They laid Lucien's trembling body on the floor, covering him with a blanket. His chest still rose and fell rapidly, skin glistening, while the two alphas stared each other down.
Adrian crossed his arms, puffing his chest like a rooster about to duel. "You're like a brother to me, Silas. We've been through thick and thin together—inseparable! But this time, I have to be the first. You already went first last time, so it's my turn!"
Silas raised a brow, unimpressed. "Oh, you're bringing up brotherhood now? To make me feel bad?" he tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smile.
"Yes, I was first yesterday, but what does that change? Do you feel disgusted that I touched him first?"
Adrian blinked, taken aback. "What, no! Don't twist my words!"
"Then who's first shouldn't matter, right?" Silas smirked.
"Ah, there it is again, you manipulative bastard! What's that term the girls use? Right, guilt tripping!" Adrian jabbed a finger at him accusingly.
