Chapter 72

Sylvia's POV The entire front of Caesar's chest was soaked, his pristine white shirt now clinging to the defined muscles beneath. The sound of the tray clattering to the floor echoed through the ballroom, drawing all eyes to us. "I'm so sorry, sir! It wasn't intentional. Are you alright? I truly apologize," the server stammered, panic evident in his voice. Before I could even speak, Selene swooped in like a vulture spotting wounded prey. Her eyes glinted with malicious satisfaction as she berated the poor server. "What kind of service is this? You can't even carry drinks properly?" she snapped, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you want to lose your bonus this month? Who's in charge of you?" My wolf bristled beneath my skin, recognizing the calculated attack. This wasn't random - this was another one of Selene's carefully orchestrated "accidents." First my dress, now my mate. I could feel my Alpha nature fighting to surface, demanding I put her in her place. "That's enough, sister," I