Caesar's POV
I watched Viya's retreating figure through the tinted windows, my wolf Olsen pacing restlessly inside me. Her eagerness to leave—to run back to that spineless mate of hers—made my blood boil.
Jackson, oblivious to my darkening mood, sighed heavily. "Alpha, when do you think Luna V will finally wake up? Lucius was openly defending that homewrecker Miranda at the hotel, and she still doesn't see it."
"She just bolted the moment he called. Why is she still so devoted to him?" he continued.
"Why didn't you ask her yourself?" I growled, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. My voice dropped to a dangerous chill that made my Gamma flinch. "What am I supposed to be, a mind reader who knows everything about her?"
My anger was evident. Unmistakable.
Jackson wisel
