Enzo's POV
The day had barely begun, yet the tension already hung thick in the air. I was in my study, buried in half-signed documents and surveillance reports when a knock came at the door. Three soft taps. Polite. Timid. Not one of the guards, not Kael, not Ash. Definitely not Atlas.
"Come in," I said without looking up.
The door creaked open slowly.
I raised my gaze — and there she was. Lisa. The omega.
She stepped in cautiously, shoulders hunched, eyes scanning the room like a mouse caught in the wrong den. Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeves. There was a faint bruise near her temple, less angry than before. The rest of her looked... mildly put together, considering the sorry state she'd been in days ago.
I leaned back in my chair
