Alina’s POV
The group noticed me before Jaxon did. I could see the moment they recognized me; their conversations slowed, and their eyes darted to Jaxon to see how he would react. The girl next to him glanced up with a casual curiosity, her hand resting possessively on his thigh.
Then, Jaxon finally saw me. His amber eyes widened just a bit, and I could sense a mix of emotions flicker across his face—surprise, guilt, maybe even anger. Alongside him was a petite blonde in tight leather, who immediately assessed me with a look that screamed jealousy.
“Look who decided to join us,” one of the guys named Razor said, someone I’d seen at the compound before. “Alina, right? The Commissioner's daughter?”
“Just Alina,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Is it okay if I sit
