Chapter 18: The Moon's Bitter Memory
(Alexander’s POV)
Lucas’s breath reeked of wolf wine as he stumbled closer, his eyes glazed with inebriation but still sharp with fire.
His golden eyes shimmered faintly in the dim tavern, his wolf pacing beneath his skin.
“You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you?” His words slurred slightly, but the taunt in his voice was unmistakable.
He jabbed a finger toward my chest, his movements clumsy yet charged with aggression.
I stiffened but remained in my seat. My ice-blue eyes held his without a word, my wolf bristling faintly under the visible tension between us.
“Don’t even try to deny it, Alexander.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a rough growl. “
I know you look at her. I know what you’re thinking every time your precious sil
