Alpha Oliver
Maybe Ash has had more influence over him than we all realise.
The guy moves his arm around Grace, pulling her in tightly, almost in a protective state. “Who the fuck are you?” he snaps, looking between us both. The girl in front of us shrinks back into the human turning pale, almost like a ghost.
“She knows exactly who I am, and I want some fucking answers,” he says, not even glancing at the bloke.
“Zander,” she whispers softly, moving her eyes down and submitting to him.
“The ex,” the human says, more of a statement than a question, eyeing us both.