Harley’s P.O.V.
The familiarity of that tone twisted my guts, alarming me. I peered around Derek just enough to see my shameless ex strolling in.
Yes! Xander was here!
Dressed as the picture of charm, he looked like a model in his designer shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The sly grin toying on his lips nauseated me to the core. His presence always came with the smell of expensive cologne and manipulation, refreshing my wounds.
Xander appeared relaxed, too relaxed for my comfort, speaking casually. “Let’s not make a scene, hmm?”
He added, his eyes gleaming as they flicked between me and Derek. “This is Moon Bar, not a boxing ring. I am also a customer here, just like you.”
However, Derek didn’t move. His claws were still extended, his body still tensed. I could feel the shift in the air, as if the moment was teetering on the edge of something violent, something irreversible.
And Xander knew it. Worse, he enjoyed Derek’s helplessness, as he was the Alpha of a pack.
Before he could pr
