Kieran had just concluded the meeting with the pack elders when Azalea stepped into the living room. Her sharp gaze immediately sought his.
"Is Lucien still out in battle? And where's Leia? I haven't seen her since morning," the elderly woman asked, settling into the sofa chair opposite him.
Kieran folded his hands calmly. "Grandma, Lucien isn't in battle. He's in his rut cycle, so he's staying away from the mansion for a few days. As for Leia, I've arranged for her to stay in a hotel until it's over."
Azalea's eyes widened, and a frown creased her face. "What?" she exclaimed, clearly displeased. "Why would you do that? An omega's presence is meant to help suppress a rut. Lucien brought her here to eventually bear heirs, didn't he? And now, when nature is practically handing you the opportunity, you're resisting it?"
