ARIAS POV Noah is standing at the entrance of our section. He looks mind-blowingly hot, his dangerous, raw alpha energy all on display. Dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone, tattoos peeking out, his presence sucking all the air out of the club. Charles is beside him with a grim expression, backed by a wall of four unblinking bodyguards. Noah’s eyes lock on me, then shift to Ethan beside me. His jaw tightens. He stalks over, the crowd parting for him like the sea. “So this is what you call ‘going out with friends’?” His voice is low, dangerous, possessive. His gaze burns into Ethan, who visibly stiffens. “Frolicking with—”. Noah doesn't have to complete his sentences. His eyes already says everything. Before I can defend myself, His pulls me up, leading me away toward the VVIP section with long, furious strides. I almost trip in my six-inch heels, but the almost-bruising pressure of his palm locked against my side, his thumb digging into my skin. I can feel
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