Author's POV
Helena paced the luxurious suite at the Howling Peaks resort like a caged animal, her wolf snarling beneath her skin. The elegant mountain retreat—normally a sanctuary for wealthy werewolves seeking relaxation—felt like a prison to her tonight. Caesar had "suggested" she stay here overnight, and his tone made it clear it wasn't a request.
The realization of what was happening back at the main house made bile rise in her throat. Caesar and Sylvia would be alone. Together. In his bed.
"That little alpha b***h," Helena hissed, hurling a decorative pillow across the room with enough force to knock a lamp off its stand. The crash brought her momentary satisfaction before rage consumed her again.
She grabbed her phone and stabbed at William's contact, pacing as she wai
