Alexander’s thumbs brushed over my cheeks, his touche was gentle despite the blood still staining his hands. He searched my face frantically, checking for even a scratch.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he fussed. "His hand was on you. If he laid a single finger on you--"
"Alexander, stop," I said, stepping back out of his hold and smoothing my suit jacket down. "I'm fine. I told you, I can take care of myself."
He dropped his hands, but he didn't step away. His blue eyes narrowed as he stared down at me.
"What's it between you two?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a low, serious rumble. "It’s more than just pack rivalry, Maya. I can feel the tension between you two through our bond every time he gets near you.
He looks at you like he owns you, and you look at him like you want to wa
