His lips dropped agape as his bloodshot eyes ran into the Alpha's fearful gaze worriedly staring at him.
"Ryley? Are you okay—"
Without saying anything, the blond immediately caught the man's neck and hugged him tight, crying his heart out.
Clyde stopped asking further and just stroked Ryley's back tenderly, trying to calm him with light kisses on his temple and consoling whispers. "It's okay... I'm here... I'm here with you..."
The Alpha had no idea how Ryley could end up falling unconscious in Dylan's arms. His anger nearly exploded when he found the two of them inside the bathroom on the first floor, not to mention that Dylan was soaked wet from the rain and topless at that time. But Clyde couldn't care about what happened and quickly carried Ryley back to the master bedroom.
"D-Dylan... Dylan..." Ryley stammered in his choked voice, looking deeply terrified. His lips couldn't stop trembling just like his hands that clutched the man's shirt.
