Caesar's POV
I dropped a bomb in our group chat two nights ago. The message between the lines was clear—I was seeing someone.
Though Viya didn't want to go public, I couldn't resist the urge to show off, especially in front of Lucius. But when they asked about my mate, I kept my lips sealed.
I'm not stupid. If I announced our relationship without Viya's consent, the fragile peace we'd just established would shatter instantly.
The memory of kissing her was still fresh on my mind—her taste, her scent, the way she melted against me. Extraordinary.
"Caesar, what's on your lips...?" Darren interrupted my thoughts, his gaze fixed on my mouth.
The others immediately turned to look, their eyes zeroing in on the telltale lipstick smudge marking my lips. My wolf, Olsen, rumbled w
