"Why do they have numbers? Do they forget their names?" Eiran asked, looking up at Ren.
Ren's shoulders stiffened. He pressed a finger gently against Eiran's wrist, a silent plea to hush.
He knew far too well why numbers were used. He had a number too, back in Hianshu.
The pheromones spilling in the room grew heavier and stronger, drifting through his nostrils, and his breath caught. Even if he was immune to one or two alphas, this much pheromone could easily trigger a heat! Mostly now that the effect of the mark seemed to have faded. He had to increase his dosage to keep his heats and pheromones in control.
"I-I need to step outside," he blurted, springing to his feet and quickly stepping out without waiting for the Crown Prince's answer.
Soren tilted his head, confused. Why did it seem like he had run away?
