Without uttering a single word, he seized the blond's ankle and initiated the fingerprint scan to release him from the restraints.
As soon as the strap came undone, the Alpha abruptly pulled away, storming out of the room with an inexplicable expression on his face.
Yves was left bewildered, his lips tingling from the fleeting contact. He couldn't fathom the meaning behind Clyde's actions, and the room felt emptier in the Alpha's absence.
As the blond slumped on the floor, the room seemed to close in on him, amplifying the echoes of his sobbing voice through the suffocating stillness. Tears returned to stream down his face, each drop laden with frustration and despair.
But a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes when he noticed the chain that no longer bound his ankle.
With newfound determination, he rose to his feet and wiped away his tears. His gaze, now filled with resolve, fixated on the poem books resting on the bed.
