Axel’s POV

The laughter coming from the dining table was beginning to grate on my nerves. Doman’s voice was low and teasing. He sat too close to Dami, his hand occasionally brushing hers.

I pushed my plate away, appetite gone. “I’m done,” I muttered under my breath, standing.

Alexa caught the movement from where she and Rhea sat near the kitchen island. Her brows lifted. “You’re leaving already? You barely touched your food.”

“I’m not hungry.” My voice came out rougher ...