Maverick POV

“Dude, what are you doing here?” Someone nudged me.

I growled. “What?”

It felt like my entire football team was standing on my back. I hauled myself off the ground.

I looked up to see three guys staring at me.

“Alpha Maverick!”

“No way.”

“Did you get drunk, man?”

“No,” I rubbed the back of my head. “Where am I?” I asked.

One of the guys fished out his phone and started recording me. I flashed my wolf at him. He sighed and put his phone back in his ...