Ezra
Alpha Allen stood still, his eyes locked on me.
"What are you doing with him?" he asked again.
His voice was low, but there was something sharp in it that made my chest tighten.
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
I didn't even know where to start.
Before I could say anything, Xenon stepped forward, placing himself between us like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Calm down, brother," he said lightly. "You're not the only one who has needs."
Allen's gaze didn't leave me.
Xenon continued, "Ezra is going through his first real heat. He came to me to help him deal with it."
My head snapped toward him.
"What—"
"We were on our way to my tent," Xenon added, cutting me off smoothly, "until you interrupted us."
Allen's eyes shifted back to me.
Searching.
Waiting.
"It's not true," I said quickly.
Xenon tilted his head. "It's not?"
I clenched my hands. "No, it's not."
