Alpha Alexander’s POV
I stepped closer to Vanessa, my rage palpable. I hadn’t been in this mood earlier when I saw her in those damned heels. Then, I was aroused. Now, I wanted to strangle her.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" I rasped, barely keeping my anger in check.
"Alexander Black?" she replied sarcastically, tilting her head cockily.
My right hand crept toward her chest where the coffee she spilled was staining her shirt. I grit my teeth as my hand brushed against her naked skin, but I kept going. This wasn't about pleasure; it was about power. I grasped her delicate neck in my fist, tightening just enough for her to feel the pressure. It reminded me of the morning I’d marked her. She had been frightened then. Not now. What had changed?
"I don't like this new smart mouth
