Sylvia’s POV
I sat rigidly in the private dining room, my wolf bristling beneath my skin as Alpha Vargas's gaze slid over me like oil. The crystal wine glass in my hand had become my anchor, keeping me grounded as I navigated this increasingly dangerous situation.
"You know, Ms. Sylvia," Vargas leaned forward, his cologne almost suffocating in the enclosed space, "a beautiful young she-wolf like yourself shouldn't be handling these negotiations alone. The business world can be... savage." His lips curved into what he probably thought was a charming smile.
I met his gaze steadily, channeling every ounce of Alpha blood in my veins. "I assure you, Mr. Vargas, I'm quite capable of being savage myself when necessary."
His eyes narrowed slightly at my defiance. Mr. Jax, his yes-man
