ELIZA’S POV
Alexander’s grip on my wrist was firm as he pulled me away from my friends.
What was going on?
This wasn’t like Alexander at all. His possessiveness caught me completely off guard.
“Alexander, what are you doing?” I asked, glancing back at my friends, who stood frozen, watching with wide eyes.
Cynthia even took a hesitant step forward, as if debating whether to intervene. Rod and Boone exchanged uneasy glances, and Vivi crossed her arms, looking at me in confusion.
Alexander didn’t answer right away.
His grip tightened slightly. His expression was dark and unreadable. His powerful aura was suffocating, demanding attention, demanding control.
I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. My heart pounded in my chest.
“They’re my friends,” I expl
