The physician pressed two fingers against Ren's wrist, eyes narrowing in concentration. A few moments passed before he released the omega's hand and turned toward Zayden, shaking his head.
"Nothing seems unusual, My Lord."
"What?" Zayden frowned. "Then why do his pheromones keep going out of control? And don't tell me these are his heats." His voice carried a sharp edge, frustration lacing through every word.
The royal physician hesitated, his brows furrowing. Something in Zayden's tone made him recall the rare, unsettling cases he'd heard whispered about in the past—conditions that only appeared among omegas with broken bonds.
"Could it be that…" he began carefully, his voice trembling slightly as his eyes flickered toward Ren.
"That—what?" Zayden arched an eyebrow.
