Declan's POV My phone rang early that morning. It was Aron.“Declan,” he said, voice calm in a way I had not heard in years. “Send cleaners to my apartment. I want the guest room to be cleaned as soon as possible, and the kitchen should be fully stocked too. One more thing, retrieve Hannah Adler’s personal belongings from her previous room and bring them up right away. No questions.”I froze for a second. Hannah? The omega we set up for him last night? But I kept my voice steady. “Done.”I gave the orders quickly and drove to the main house myself. When I arrived, the place felt different, quieter and less Tense. I walked up to his suite and stopped at the opened door of his room.Hannah sat at a small table, eating a full breakfast of eggs, toast, fruit and coffee. She looked freshly showered, her dark curls still damp. No bruises on her face. No signs of deep injury. Just some bandages on her wrists. Aron s
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