He didn't realize when he had fallen asleep.
When Ren slowly opened his eyes, no sunlight greeted him—no blinding rays, no warmth spilling across his face. He blinked a few times, his vision gradually sharpening as the room came into focus.
A firm grip around his body made him let out a soft groan. He could barely breathe.
Ren tried to turn, but the arm holding him was stronger than he had expected. Frowning, he forced himself free and twisted around, ready to glare at whoever lay behind him.
All his irritation vanished the moment he saw Zayden.
His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, sharp nose pressed into the pillow, his expression unguarded in sleep.
Ren blinked, confusion washing over him.
Why was he here?
Zayden was supposed to return a day later—or so Halein had told him when she came to inform Hannah about the General's absence.
Biting his bottom lip, Ren gently tucked a few strands of dark-blue hair behind the alpha's ear.
