Enzo and Yusha departed shortly after receiving Zayden's permission. Once again, stillness settled over the mansion. No servants spread rumours about the former guests, nor did anyone complain about serving strangers. Everyone went about their duties as if nothing had changed—quiet, efficient, satisfied.
Yet, for Ren, something had changed.
Zayden had hired a new personal assistant—giving someone else his place. And that fact alone was enough to stir unease in Ren's chest.
He sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap, gaze fixed on the woman standing near Zayden.
She moved with ease, adjusting the alpha's uniform, smoothing the fabric, and fastening the clasps with careful movements.
She was too careful.
Too close…
Ren told himself not to think too much of it.
She was merely doing her job. Still, his eyes followed every movement.
