As Alexander stood grounded before me, Sandra suddenly fell silent, and the gammas respectfully took quick steps back. Aria growled low in my mind, her voice sharp and impatient. "Finally, he shows up. Let’s see if he’s here to clean up this mess or make it worse."
Then, before he said anything, he signaled for the bartender to come over. The lanky omega, who seemed to be covering his shift, with his eyes wide, didn’t hesitate to run to Alexander.
"Good day, Alpha Alexander," he bent his head in greeting, his hand firmly by his side. He seemed to be doing his best not to look my way. I didn’t blame him—he just watched me smash a bottle on a man’s head.
"Go to whoever your boss is and get every single person, apart from us, to get out of this bar. I’ll settle the bills."
He bobbed his h
