Sylvia's POV
I stared at Alpha Vargas like he'd just grown a second head.
He looked genuinely confused—which, frankly, only made things weirder.
"You seriously don't know about this?" he asked, brows pulling together. "I mean, I was told these were your words."
"My words?" I repeated, blinking. "No, Alpha Vargas. I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."
He didn't react. No twitch, no smirk, not even a flicker of guilt. Just... confusion.
And not the fake kind, either. The real, deep-in-his-bones kind.
Which, honestly, made this whole thing even more uncomfortable.
I studied his face for a long beat—eyes, jaw, posture.
My gut told me one thing: he wasn't lying.
Whatever this was, it didn't come from him, and it sure as hell didn't come from me.
