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Rhett's POV

I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the polished oak as the low hum of the underground lights buzzed faintly above me. The report had just been delivered, and though the man in front of me was trying his best to keep a straight posture, I could see the nervous twitch in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked away from mine whenever the silence stretched too long. He had completed the task I gave him—Zev had been moved. Still, I wanted to hear it in his words. I wanted to watch his mouth form the details, so I could measure the weight of his loyalty by every syllable that left his lips.

“Say it again,” I ordered quietly, my tone even but edged with authority.

“Yes, Alpha,” he replied immediately, bowing his head before meeting my gaze again. “We followed your orders precisely. Zev was transferred from the hospital to your private underground cell. The doctor you appointed was already stationed there, awaiting his arrival. The area has been secured with guards
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