Sylvia's POV
I stepped into the hospital room with Caesar and Noah flanking me, their presence offering silent support as we approached Mother's bed. Alpha Astra lay still, her usually commanding presence diminished against the stark white sheets.
Her lips—typically adorned with bold crimson lipstick that had become her signature in boardrooms across the territory—were now pale and colorless.
“Mom, I'm so sorry.” I apologized silently, guilt washing over me in waves.
This was my fault. My stubborn defiance had put her in this hospital bed. I shouldn't have been so selfish, so focused on my own feelings that I'd pushed her to collapse. What were my petty grievances compared to her health?
Frostline Enterprises could function without me, but it needed Alpha Astra. The pack n
