“You!”
Adrian, slowed by the booze but sharp enough to note the elevator had stopped at 15—my floor—let out a snarl, rage surging in him like a wildfire.
He lurched out, grabbing Alpha Gideon’s collar, his knuckles white.
“What are you doing at my mate’s place?”
I wheeled out to see Alpha Gideon shove Adrian to the ground, brushing his hands afterward like he’d touched something rotten.
His gaze turned cold when he spotted me, his tone dripping with mockery.
“If you’re letting him into your apartment, why bother with all the theatrics?”
I bristled, a spark of anger flaring.
This was my personal business.
Sure, he’d saved me, and yeah, he was my boss, but my bond with Adrian was none of his business to sneer at.
Still, confusion trumped irritation.
“I never gave him the code. How
