Chapter 35

Sylvia's POV As Caesar leaned in, murmuring something only I could hear, I could practically feel the envious stares burning into my back. Even my mother, Alpha Astra—composed and calculating—watched him with an expression I hadn't seen in years. Approval. But not everyone was impressed. Selene's smile faltered, her lips pressed into a line as she stole a glance toward the driveway. Caesar had arrived in a car so new, so exclusive, only ten existed in the entire country. The sleek, matte-black model shimmered under the moonlight like a predator in wait. Hugo had tried and failed to get one. Of course. His ego wouldn't allow him to forget that. "Sister," Selene drawled, her eyes flicking toward the car in the driveway. "If this stunt was supposed to impress us, it's almost... sweet. But showmanship can't buy class." A slow smile spread across my face as I opened my mouth to retort—but Caesar was faster. His hand closed gently over mine, warmth anchoring me. I looked up. In his eyes, the