Patience

Lucas didn't even glance at him.

"Nolan, not now."

He brought the glass to his lips, downing the whiskey in one go.

But Nolan didn't back down.

"It's important, Alpha."

Lucas slammed the empty glass on the bar, his patience officially gone.

"What?!"

"Dorian knows."

Lucas's heartbeat was suddenly a drum in his ears.

Slowly, he turned to face Nolan.

"Knows what?"

Nolan exhaled, taking a step closer. "I followed him tonight… following you."

Lucas's eyes flashed.

"He was tracking you. And now, he knows you've been in contact with Ava and Dennis." He hesitated before adding, "I think he suspects something is brewing."

Lucas's fingers tightened around the bottle of whiskey.

"And?"

Nolan's expression darkened. "He's AWOL."

Lucas let out a roar of frustration, hurling the whiskey bottle across the room. It shattered against the wall.