XANDER
Someone must have punched him in his stomach because he felt sick there. He went to a bar, something he had never done, wanting to take the edge off. Although he had a private bar at home, he wanted to be away from the palace for a while—from Iris and the confusing emotions she was invoking in him.
He stopped fondling with the pen he was holding as the bartender approached him. Earlier, he had torn an empty page out of his journal and wrote what he wanted, however when he lifted his head to hand the piece of paper to the other guy, recognition flickered in his eyes.
"Alpha Xander!" He was almost to the point of yelling.
He shook his head, pressing a finger on his mouth. He figured out it would be hard for him to blend in, in a public setting especially with his Alpha aura accompanied by his scent. Although, a part of me had been hoping people would be too distracted to pay attention.
