Erin sniffs as he stares at Victor in between his legs. He looks worn out and tired with his pale skin, disheveled hair, and damp shirt.
Erin looks around the room and sees a backpack tossed by the door. He clenches his fists but doesn’t pull them out of Victor’s grip. “Where’s Ben?” He feels slightly guilty at the amount of accusation in his tone.
Victor huffs. “He left to make sure Stella doesn’t notice I’m gone,” he says breathlessly.
Erin raises his eyebrows as more tears fall from his eyes. “Why would it matter if she does?”
Victor shuffles closer, the sweat from his shirt sticking to Erin’s inner thighs. “Because you and Ben were right. Stella has been manipulating me all this time.”
Erin can feel his lips trembling when he licks them. “Oh? And why would you believe the words of a stupid omega who knows nothing about what it means to be a werewolf?”