It was clear this moment meant more than the way Alpha Alek was looking at me. He didn’t move to let me go, and when I finally forced myself to meet his gaze, I spoke firmly.
“The way you’re holding me gives everyone the wrong idea. In fact, ever since I got here, you’ve been acting like two different people. Everyone says you’re the respectful, kind, supportive Alpha of Cyber Claws—yet with me, you treat me like I’m your emotional punching bag. Your… your kissing booth!”
I struggled against him, but instead of releasing me, his hands slid to my hips, anchoring me in place.
“You’re grieving,” he said, voice steady but urgent. “You’re angry because you aren’t getting what you want. I understand that anger—it could drive anyone to give up. But tell me, Michi… why can’t you tell me who hur
