ALLISON.
My heart raced in my chest, a wild drumbeat as I faced the man who had just tried to pull me off the stage for a private lap dance. Behind him was Mason who looked so damn intimidating.
“Hey! I called dibs on her first!” the drunken man argued, pointing at me as if that gave him some kind of claim. “You can’t just take her away, Mason!”
Mason didn’t look impressed. His grip on the man's shoulder was like iron, making him groan in pain as Mason’s silver eyes shifted to a piercing gold, imposing the unmistakable and powerful aura of an Alpha.
“This is my club. I’m the one who calls the shots,” Mason declared, his voice laced with a commanding chill. His presence was so overwhelming that the man instantly fell silent. As Mason released his grip, the man slumped to the floor, as
