Caesar’s POV
I pushed the apartment door open, my breathing still ragged from anger as I stepped into the eerily quiet space. The scent hit me first—her absence. Sylvia's warm, intoxicating aroma that typically permeated every corner of our home had already begun to fade, leaving only ghostly traces that mocked me with their impermanence.
"Alpha," Dylan's voice came from behind me, respectful yet urgent. "Helena refuses to leave. She's demanding to see you and making quite a scene in the lobby."
I turned slowly, my wolf Orion pacing restlessly beneath my skin, furious at the distance between us and our mate. "Bring her up," I said, my voice a controlled rumble. "I'll deal with her myself."
Dylan hesitated, which was unusual for my normally unflappable Beta. "She's saying some
