Third Person's POV
"But Morty, this place is for everyone. It's a zoo. The pheromones are all over the place, and it's loud. It's not like Iceblade. I'm just worried the noise will stunt Rolf's healing," Vivian pushed, refusing to let it go.
She was desperate to cut the cord. If she could get Rolf out of this building, Mortimer would have zero excuses to keep "bumping into" Seraphina. That woman was getting too good at playing him.
But Mortimer was a wall. The man who used to cave to her every whim just shot her down again.
"This is a high-level VIP suite," he said, his voice flat. "He's in a private wing. No one is going to bother him."
"But—"
"V!" Rolf snapped, cutting her off.
He looked at his sister with a mix of exhaustion and pity.
As an omega, he was hyper-tuned to the room.
