The hot coffee is set in front of us, steam curling lazily into the air.
Zyke's eyes stay on me—sharp, unmoving, heavy with pressure.
Should I be scared?
Of course I should be. He's an S-class alpha. His pheromones could crush me anytime he wants.
But the mind is stronger than pheromones.
I keep my posture relaxed, my expression calm. I'm not using Zyren's old sharp tongue, not giving him the reactions he expects. I smile softly, composed.
"Hm… big brother," I say lightly, "tell me. Why did you suddenly want to meet me?"
His gaze flicks around the office, assessing, measuring, before returning to me.
"I just wanted to visit," he says coolly. "See how your business is running."
I lean back in my chair, unbothered. "I appreciate you giving me your precious time."
He leans back as well, lips curling into a faint smirk.
"Even as a D-class alpha, you're running things well. I'm impressed."
I look at him quietly.
Zyke Kael—Zyren's big brother.
