Zane's POV
The loud, unmistakable moans of two men clearly an Alpha and an Omega filled the air as the screen lit up with an explicit scene. They were entangled in a heated act, limbs and pheromones intertwined in raw passion.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.
My eyes remained locked on the screen in stunned disbelief, unable to tear away from the explicit content. Silas sat rigid beside me, equally still, his gaze fixed on the video. It was as though both our brains had temporarily shut down, refusing to process what we were seeing, much less react.
"I....I'm sorry, Zane," Silas finally stammered, snapping out of his daze as he quickly slammed the laptop shut.
At last, our brains seemed to reboot.
"I was here alone last night and… needed to relieve some stress," he explained, swallowing hard, his voice strained with embarrassment. "So I… I watched that."
"Relieve stress?" I echoed with a half-laugh, trying to ease the awkward tension. "You mean masturbation."
