When Zayden opened his eyes, he found Ren standing before him, ready to serve him.
Yesterday's event seemed foreign, as if it never occurred in the first place.
He pondered on it until he fell asleep last night—where did his servant, who hated training, learn to swing a sword so effortlessly? Surely, his strength was slightly lacking. But the speed, the posture—they were perfect.
"Do you have something to tell me?" he asked after he sent Yuang to the dungeon and returned to his room, where Ren and Eiran waited for him.
"No."
The answer was distant and cold, like always, but this time, Zayden sensed a slight, still faint but stronger pheromone trailing off from his nape.
Just then, the thought crossed his mind—whenever omegas sweat, their scent leaked more than it would normally. What surprised him was that none of his servants found anything weird about him.
Maybe because they are betas.
He told himself.
