Chapter 29: Territorial Claims
(Grace's POV)
Alexander’s presence was suffocating. Even in the vast, elegant Sacred Moon Restaurant, his energy dominated the room.
His molten golden eyes were fixed on me, the faint red glow at the edges betraying his wolf’s simmering agitation.
Each step he took toward our table was deliberate, purposeful, his powerful aura pressing down on the entire space. Every conversation around us dwindled into silence.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My muscles were wound so tight I feared I would tremble if I so much as blinked. The growing intensity of his gaze sent my heart pounding, but I willed myself to remain calm.
Lucas's voice broke through the tension, low and strained. “Ignore him,” he whispered at my side, his amber eyes darting toward Alexande
