The Alpha, his senses attuned to the subtleties of the forest, knew Yves must have woken up.
Still, he paid no heed and continued savoring the succulent roasted fish, each bite a deliberate act of defiance against the lingering tension.
Yves, on the other hand, clicked his tongue in annoyance.
First and foremost, he was unsure of what to do now that he found himself unshackled and in the company of this Alpha.
The forest, thick with suspense, held its breath as the blond grappled with the unsettling reality that now enveloped him.
The rustling leaves seemed to echo his inner turmoil, creating a disconcerting symphony that played out in the shadowy corners of the forest.
In the midst of his uncertainty, Yves' hand accidentally pressed on a surface that turned out to be a snake, concealed in the underbrush.
A sudden, primal fear gripped him, causing a scream to escape his lips as he jolted away in terror.