Expressing his frustration, the blond roughly peeled another piece of the roasted quail meat, the forest bearing witness to the escalating tension.
In a moment of heightened emotion, Yves stole a quick glance at Clyde, searching the Alpha's stoic facade for any sign of a reaction.
A heavy silence descended upon the clearing, like a thick mist obscuring the boundaries of their shared reality.
After an elongated pause, the Alpha finally broke the stillness. "I don't know. You tell me," he uttered, his gaze inexplicably fixated on Yves' disappointed countenance.
The words hung in the air like a chilling breeze, casting an unsettling shadow over the dimly lit forest.
"Haven't you been with those bastards all this time? Controlling their partner's bodies and switching between them any time you feel like..."
The unsavory comparison cut through the quietude, leaving a lingering taste of bitterness that tainted the atmosphere.
