ALEXA MILAN GROWLED at the slice on her new Gucci leather jacket. f*****g hell. She wrapped her fingers around the brunette’s throat and tossed her against the wall. Seeing that the woman was a shifter, too, Alexa wasn’t worried about hurting her. Yet.
“I already told you he’s not available unless you have a pass.” She stepped back against the dressing room door with a tacky yellow star with Tony’s name on it.
The brunette’s irises glowed bright gold with the savage inner fire of her wolf. Alexa’s eyes skimmed both sides of the backstage hall making sure no humans were around. That was the last thing she needed—humans seeing proof of shifters behaving badly.
Luckily, everyone was on stage striking the set and packing for the next show tomorrow night.
“f**k you and your pass. Tony and I
