"What are you doing here?!" Zion's voice rang out, low and deadly, the cold fury behind it making the room feel even smaller. The sharp tone echoed through the enclosed space like a blade.
Levi froze, caught in the middle of the room like a deer in headlights. He didn't know where to look—or what to say. The atmosphere was unbearably awkward. Of all the things he expected when entering the Alpha's room, walking in on Zion having a very vivid wet dream hadn't even crossed his mind.
'Just my luck,' Levi thought grimly, choosing to play dumb and act like he hadn't seen—or heard—anything.
Sure, he was a werewolf. And yes, werewolves were known for their heightened sensuality and high sex drives. That much was true. But not all werewolves lived like beasts in heat. Many, like Levi, were still waiting for their fated mates and had chosen to remain chaste out of loyalty and self-respect.
