Bella — First Person POV
"Do you mind a drink?" Arin asked. "Should I get you one?"
"No thanks," I said, already turning away.
"Don't mind her," Clara cut in quickly. "Please do."
I didn't bother correcting her.
Honestly, my mind was already somewhere else—calculating exits, timing the crowd, figuring out how to disappear before Logan showed up.
Arin walked off toward the bar.
The moment he was gone, Clara leaned close, eyes bright.
"Isn't he cute?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Not bad."
Her smile widened.
"He's Alpha Douglas's son. His father's pack is the second biggest in Endorlave."
I blinked. "I thought Logan was the Alpha."
She stared at me like I'd asked something painfully obvious.
"He is," she said slowly. "Logan is the Alpha of Alphas."
"Oh."
I nodded, not interested enough to dig deeper.
Truth? I didn't care.
Arin returned with drinks—handed me a can of soda, passed one to Clara, then stepped way too close to me.
Way.
Too.
Close.
And then the torture started.
