Caesar's POV
The moment those words left her lips, something primal surged within me.
My wolf, Olsen, growled so loudly inside my head I could barely contain him. No one—absolutely no one—would touch what was mine. The mere thought of her with another man, especially that worthless piece of s**t Adrian or the spineless Lucius, made my blood boil.
I slammed the door open with enough force to leave a dent in the wall. Viya jumped, her words dying mid-sentence.
Good. I never wanted to hear that sentence completed.
Without thinking twice, I strode forward and scooped her into my arms. She weighed almost nothing—too little for an Omega her age.
My protective instincts kicked into overdrive as I carried her to the living room sofa, feeling her tremble against my chest.
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