Viya's POV
Before I could formulate a response, Caesar crushed his cigarette against the wall with unnecessary force, his expression thunderous.
Without another word, he stalked away, leaving me trembling in his wake.
I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. Encounters with Caesar always left me feeling like I'd survived a hurricane—disoriented and unsteady.
"Viya! There you are."
I turned to see Julian approaching, concern etched across his friendly features. His warm amber eyes scanned my face.
"Are you okay? You look a little pale."
I managed a smile. "I'm fine. Just tired."
Julian glanced in the direction Caesar had disappeared. "Was that Alpha Blackwood I just saw leaving? Did he say something to upset you?"
"It's nothing," I assured him,
