Aalyan
Aalyan kept his mouth firmly shut. Ghian had told someone. More than one someone, really, because he’d also spoken to his mother.
“Aalyan?”
“When?” he managed to get out. It didn’t come out right, but he could barely make himself talk to Ghian at all. He’d assumed their conversations were private, but why had he? Aalyan had been bought for Ghian’s pack, because they needed cubs from their Alpha. If s*x hadn’t been private, not even their mating, why would his feelings?
“Tomorrow, in the morning. I’ll be here and—”
It wasn’t easy, but he pushed the words out despite his leopard’s objections, “I’m hungry.”
“Oh, yeah, let me...”
Ghian had tried talking to him again, but he’d accepted it when Aalyan had kept his mouth full of food, chewing slowly and not looking at him. More than
