Caesar's POV
Minutes later, Lucius Wilde emerged from the building, walking toward his Mercedes with measured steps. I signaled Jackson to honk, drawing his attention.
Our packs had a strained relationship since that confrontation at the hotel over Viya, but business was business. Lucius approached my car, his face a careful mask of politeness.
"What brings you here?" he asked, leaning slightly toward my window.
I offered him a deliberately casual smile. "Waiting for someone."
As a fellow Alpha, he immediately caught the possessive undercurrent in my tone. He raised an eyebrow. "A girlfriend?"
I deflected, "And you? Leaving so soon?"
"Something came up."
We moved in the same social circles—knew the same people. He might be able to lie to Viya, but another Alpha wo
