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Alarian tried to keep listening— he tried. Names floated past him; Dawn, Grayday, Pema— their leader had died— but he could only focus on the way Aditya's gaze trailed over him. He shifted, heart rate picking up. Surely he was misunderstanding. Aditya had a mate who had just broken his heart, he was probably straight as an arrow, and Alarian was— he was a mess. No one wanted that.
Nonetheless, he couldn't focus on what was being said. Had the golden man always had such alluring eyes? For a time he was quiet, unwittingly returning Aditya's searching gaze. But then it lit with a raging fire again, and he tensed slightly. That stare— he was certain he would either feel the male's teeth, or... something else, soon enough. He had never known his friend to be aggressive, but neither had he seen him angry before this. The thought sent heat through his belly, rivaled only by a simultaneous spike of fear.
Before he could stop himself, he drew nearer again. This time he sought to press his cheek to the side of Aditya's neck, suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was. His pulse was fast, a slight tremble to his limbs, but he didn't know what to say. So he took the risk— perhaps a larger one for him than most, as a wolf on the small end of tiny with the physical endurance of an overly ripe banana.