Soren's room clicked open. Soren sat up and rubbed his eyes before his gaze went to Moren, who was standing in front of the door.
Tears were streaming down his face, and his hands trembled. "Can we talk?" Moren asked.
Soren got up from his bed and walked up to him, his facial muscles wrinkled in a mixture of anxiety and shock. He had never seen Moren crying except the day he got attacked because it was the symbol of one's weakness according to their father. But he was crying in the very house their father lived in.
"Yeah, state."
"It's that... I... Yesterday I was drunk and..."
He reeks of Alpha pheromones. Soren glanced at his wrinkled shirt and messy hair.
"Did you sleep with someone?"
"Yeah," Moren's voice cracked, trying his best not to sob.
"Come on, that's not a big deal." Soren patted his shoulder twice to calm him.
