At that moment, Alexander abruptly shook off Claire's hand. He stared at me with perverse anger in his amber eyes.
"Aria, why are you here?!" he demanded, his voice no longer the gentle, controlled tone he typically used in public. It was cold as ice, making several nearby werewolves flinch.
But I wasn't afraid. Not anymore.
I glanced pointedly at Claire, who was trying to reclaim Alexander's arm and looking embarrassed by his outburst. A sneer formed on my lips.
"You two are here, why can't I be?" I challenged, meeting his gaze steadily.
Alexander's frown deepened, his anger obvious now. He stepped forward, reaching for my wrist.
"You're coming back with me!" he growled.
But before he could touch me, Dominic had already moved, positioning himself between us and pulling me pr
