Chapter 89

Sylvia's POV I was flipping through a rack of kids' clothes, holding up a lilac dress I thought would look adorable on Melody—it matched the soft violet of her eyes perfectly—when I noticed Noah’s grip on her hand tighten, just a little too much. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to catch my attention. His jaw was clenched, eyes darting toward me like he was holding something back. “You okay, Sylvia?” he asked finally, breaking the weird silence that had settled between us. I blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah… why wouldn’t I be?” I said, raising an eyebrow as I held the dress up to Melody’s shoulders for size. When I turned to face Noah, his expression was tight—some mix of concern and something else he was trying to hide. "Nothing, really," he stammered. "I was just concerned about you. That woman earlier... she didn't ruin your day, did she?" I couldn't help the dismissive smirk that formed on my lips. My Alpha instincts, though suppressed for years, still recognized petty dominance