Ella & Alexander
Ella
“Oh! Alpha Alexander!” My father quickly yanked his hand away, the tips of his ears reddening despite the warm smile that spread across his face. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”
Alexander tilted his head. “Were you just about to hit my wife?”
“Oh, that? I was just messing around,” my father laughed. “We were having a discussion, that’s all.”
Alexander’s eyes had gone cold. “Didn’t seem like ‘messing around’ to me.” He glanced at me. “Ella, were you joking?”
I quickly shook my head. Alexander turned back to my father and took a step closer. My father, despite being a large man, backed up against the wall in fear.
“Ella knows I would never—”
“Maybe you don’t understand,” Alexander cut my father off, “but if anyone—and I do mean anyo
