Alexandra
Marcus had a disapproving look stamped across his face as he squeezed my arm tighter when Jax attempted to console me.
He didn’t need to acknowledge it because I could see how much he disapproved. He was bothered by my presence here in his pack, ticked off that Jax was even giving me the time of day. I wondered if he was right. I would have been less trouble for both of them if they had just killed me when they had the chance. He dragged me down the unfinished concrete stairs, causing me to trip down over and over again. He would let out an annoyed groan when I stumbled, unable to keep up with his pace, and continue yanking me down the steps.
A man with a broad built and serious expression approached us when we got to the bottom of the cold concrete staircase, holding a brow
