Layla’s POV
His mouth crashes to mine, hard and fast like a man who hasn’t had water in ages. His hands come up to cup my face, holding me in place as he claims my mouth.
I can’t tell if he’s trying to silence me or punish me, and that only makes it worse.
For a split second, I can’t move. Then, my back hits the wall and the hand gripping my jaw tightens to keep me there. Firm and unyielding, he pulls back for a second.
“Don’t lie,” he growls, his anger a lit match between us. “Don’t look to him for help.”
Something inside me snaps, and I shove against Alexander’s chest with a growl of my own, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to tell me what to do or question me when—”
“I’m still your Alpha,” he snarls sharply. “You are my business.”
A humorless laugh builds in my chest
