King Alexander didn't drag me back by force. Maybe he was afraid he'd kill me a second time if he did.
But he didn't leave, either.
He bought out the entire hotel across the street from my bar, and every night he installed himself in my establishment like the world's most expensive doorman.
He chased away every customer who wandered through the door,particularly any man who tried to display abs in my direction.
The poor surf instructor, who had only come by to pick up his paycheck, took one look at the Alpha King's expression and damn near wet himself.
"What in the actual hell are you trying to do?" I finally snapped, slapping a dishrag down onto the bar.
He sat there in a hand-tailored suit that cost more than the building, looking aggressively out of place in a room thick with the
