Jace's POV
The bar's dim lights offered a sanctuary as I angrily walked in, seeking solace in the familiar atmosphere. I took a seat, the worn leather creaking beneath me, and the bartender, a seasoned pack member, approached with a knowing look.
"Young Alpha, you seem tensed, and I know just what you need," he said, his tone a mixture of sympathy and understanding.
Before I could respond, he swiftly returned with a shot glass filled with an unfamiliar mixture. I glanced at it briefly, contemplating, but the frustration within me didn't leave room for second thoughts. I picked up the glass and downed its contents in one go.
Surprisingly, it tasted good—strong enough to distract me from the chaos outside. I flashed the bartender a brief smile and said, "Bring me the full bottle."
Momen
