Sylvia’s POV
I stared at the flood of text messages from Caesar on my phone, my thumb hovering indecisively over the screen.
What did his past have to do with me?
When I really thought about it, Caesar had absolutely no reason to send me these messages.
I was in the kitchen getting water when I heard the front door open. The distinct sound of his footsteps made my wolf senses tingle with awareness. I quickly drained my glass, planning to head upstairs and avoid any interaction. But as I turned to leave, my escape route was completely blocked.
Caesar stood in the doorway, his towering frame filling the entire space. His presence dominated the kitchen—an Alpha trait I recognized all too well. The way he positioned himself made it clear: I wasn't leaving unless he allowed it.
