Chapter 41

Sylvia's POV Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the edge of a familiar coat. Zane. He hadn't left? Our eyes met for a second before he stepped out of the shadows, jaw tight, venom in his glare. "Well, well," I drawled, arms folded. "Isn't this the great Alpha Zane? Didn't you already flee the ballroom with your tail between your legs?" "You smug little bitch," he spat, his gaze flicking toward Caesar with a mixture of contempt and dread. Even standing here again, he couldn't ignore the oppressive aura radiating off Caesar—silent, watchful, dominant. But Zane still puffed up like he had something to prove. "What? Think finding yourself a pretty-boy sugar daddy means you can challenge Thorn Pack?" he sneered. "Don't flatter yourself, Sylvia. As long as you're in Howling Peaks, you'll never win. Let's see who's smiling when the dust settles." I gave a smile as cold as the mountain wind. "Couldn't agree more. Let's see who laughs last, Alpha." Caesar's hand closed around mine, the subtl