Caesar’s POV
As Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and unofficial king of all North American werewolves, anxiety was a rare visitor. Yet every time Sylvia Frost entered the equation, all my carefully constructed control frayed at the edges.
I dialed her number, my jaw tightening with each unanswered ring until the call disconnected. Unusual for Sylvia, who was typically prompt and professional even in her personal communications.
"Damn it, Sivi, pick up…" Frustration coiled inside me, rapidly shifting to something darker—fear. Sylvia wasn't careless; something had to be seriously wrong.
My position as CEO of Vertex Industries afforded me many privileges, yet none of them meant a thing if I couldn't keep safe what mattered most. And Sylvia was mine, even if she hadn't fully accepted
