*Axel’s POV*
My wolf’s ears perked up as his pacing intensified. I lifted the glass to my lips, needing to put Dash at ease somehow.
The liquid in my cup was seconds from touching my lips when an intoxicating scent hit me like a fūcking train, almost driving me as mad as my wolf.
“What the f**k?” I whispered under my breath, making Gael stiffen while remaining quiet at my side. He was ready to attack at my command, not knowing that my comment had nothing to do with being under attack—yet.
“Don’t be shy, 720,” the man on the stage teased, making my hand shake gently as I lowered my whiskey back to the table, since I was seconds from losing my shīt. I couldn’t let my slip up show though.
“Please tell me it’s not what I think it is,” I growled lowly at Dash as he clawed at his head de
