Chapter 68: Vulnerability and Truth
(Alexander's POV)
The familiar scent of wolfsbane beer clung to the air, sharp and bitter. I slammed my empty glass down on the polished wooden table of the Crystal Moon Tavern. The satisfying clink echoed louder than I expected, earning a few curious glances from nearby wolves.
"Another," I barked at the server without looking up.
"Alpha—" Jamie’s voice carried a note of unease as he leaned forward, placing a firm hand over mine before I could reach for the glass the server placed in front of me moments later.
“No more,” he said, low and serious.
I met his golden-brown eyes with an irritated glare. “Are you seriously going to deny me this?”
“You’ve had enough,” he said plainly, though his tone softened as he added, “Think about your thorns, Alex.
