Xavier shoved the car door open before anyone could even move to help him. The moment his feet touched the ground, he carried Asher bridal style out of the Maybach, moving quickly across the estate grounds as if disaster itself chased behind him.
And honestly, maybe it did.
Asher's pheromones had become dangerously unstable.
Xavier had heard stories before—stories of Alphas losing themselves completely under the influence of overwhelming pheromones. Men driven so mad by desire that they turned feral, attacking anything around them while obsessively tracking the source of the scent tormenting them.
He refused to let that happen here.
Especially not with his men.
Enzo already looked like he was hanging by a thread, and as another Enigma, Xavier had no idea how deeply the pheromones could affect him. Even Levi had almost lost control earlier.
Xavier wasn't willing to risk it.
