Sylvia's POV
The air in the boardroom felt like it had been vacuum-sealed—thick with tension and the kind of fake politeness that made my skin crawl.
Across the table, my mother—Alpha Astra Frost, CEO of Frost Enterprises, corporate shark, emotional glacier—was gazing at Selene like she'd personally raised her on organic milk and bedtime lullabies.
"I just hate that you have to work so hard, Mom," Selene said, her voice trembling with the kind of vulnerability that felt about as real as her eyelash extensions. "If I weren't so... useless, maybe I could help more."
Oh for god's sake. I didn't know whether to gag or applaud the performance.
My wolf let out a low growl in the back of my mind. Same, girl. Same.
"It's not your fault, darling. Your physical condition isn't so
