Chapter 62

Sylvia’s POV I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of the penthouse suite, my temples pounding with the aftermath of last night's whiskey. I pushed myself up against the silk sheets, pressing my fingers against my throbbing skull in a futile attempt to ease the pain. "Finally awake, little wolf?" That deep, rumbling voice sent unexpected shivers down my spine. I looked up and found myself caught in Caesar's intense silver gaze—eyes that somehow captured the entire night sky within them, powerful and all-knowing. My wolf stirred within me, recognizing something I wasn't ready to acknowledge. Only then did I notice the steaming bowl in his large hands. "Mmmm," I managed, my throat dry as sandpaper. "What's that?" "Hangover remedy." Caesar settled beside me on the bed, his massive frame making the mattress dip as he guided me to lean against his broad shoulder. The gesture felt strangely natural, like our bodies knew exactly how to fit together. "Drink," he commanded softly. "It will h