chapter 14

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."

Moments later, the bartender returned with the bottle, and I took another gulp, letting the fiery liquid burn away the edges of my anger.

As I sat there, alone with my thoughts, I couldn't shake off the irrita