Caesar's POV
But when the call connected, it wasn't Viya who answered. The deep, smooth voice on the other end belonged to Lucius.
"This is Lucius Wilde. Tell your Alpha not to worry—Viya is fine."
My fingers tightened around the armrest, the leather creaking under my grip. The casual way he spoke her name, the presumption in his tone... Olsen's fury blended with my own until I could barely distinguish between us.
*Mine,* he snarled. *Ours.*
Olsen howled in fury inside my mind. *She was with him again. After everything.*
Marcus looked as surprised as I felt. "Alpha Wilde, where is Luna Viya? Why are you answering her phone?"
"She just fell asleep," Lucius replied with infuriating calmness.
I watched emotions play across Marcus's face as he glanced at me, clearly c
