Emily's POV
Julian stood over the creep, his fist still clenched, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. But it was the look in his eyes that made my stomach twist—possessive, dark, and daring anyone to challenge him. The dim neon lighting cast shadows over his sharp jawline, making him look every bit the untouchable Alpha he was.
He barely spared the guy another glance before turning to me. "You okay, little wolf?"
I nodded, my pulse still erratic, but I couldn't looK away from him. There was always something effortlessly dangerous about him, from the ever-present scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes clinging to his skin to the way his tousled hair looked like he'd just run his fingers through it.
I should have pulled back, put some distance between us—but I didn
