Sylvia's POV
I leaned back in my office chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling as my mind spun through the mess of recent events.
The sudden change in Alpha Vargas's attitude seemed suspicious—almost as if he harbored some unspoken grievance against me.
My wolf was restless, pacing just beneath the surface.
She didn't like inconsistency, and neither did I.
The soft chime of an incoming email pulled me out of my spiral.
I almost dismissed it, assuming it was another round of reports or vendor updates.
But the subject line made me freeze.
Subject: Meeting Request – From the Office of Alpha Vargas
I sat up straighter, scanning the message with narrowed eyes.
Dear Ms. Frost,
This is Emily Grant, executive assistant to Alpha Vargas.
Alpha Vargas has reviewed your
