Alpha Chase
When I lower my cup, the other guys are still looking at me expectantly, the tension hanging thick in the air.
“What if it was Serena?” I blurt, eyes locking with Reid’s. “Or Liv? Or Jenna?” I swing my gaze to Jax, his eyes darkening at the mention of his little sister. “I look out for those girls, too. Would you have wanted me to stand back while some asshole fucking tourist pulled them on his lap?”
Just the thought of that guy’s hands on Vienna has my wolf rearing forward, clawing at my insides.
“What’s done is done,” Brock growls, running a hand through his long hair. The dude looks just like Aquaman, ever-present frown and all. “It can’t happen again.”