Chapter 90

Sylvia's POV The moment I stepped through the front door of Caesar’s house, my wolf tensed. There they were—Caesar and Helena—seated a little too close together on the living room couch. The sight hit me like ice water down the spine. For a split second, instinct screamed at me to turn around, to sidestep the drama and spare myself the headache. But I didn’t move. I’d done enough running lately—enough hiding out at my family estate, licking wounds and pretending I didn’t care. That wasn’t who I was. Not really. And if Helena had already made herself comfortable here, acting like she belonged, then why was I the one acting like an outsider in my own mate’s territory? Hell no.I wasn’t built for retreat. As I walked further into the room, my spine straightened, my chin lifted a fraction. I didn’t say a word, but the air shifted. Helena saw me first. Her eyes flicked up, and I caught the flicker of panic before she masked it with a tight-lipped smile. She was clearly wondering if I’d tell