Chapter 92

Caesar's POV "Keep your distance," I growled, shifting my body away from Helena as she leaned in too close. "If you want to discuss the project, then discuss the project. Nothing more." My wolf stirred, restless and irritated. He didn’t like her scent this close. Didn’t trust her smile. There was something off about Helena lately.Calculated. Deliberate. Like every word, every glance, every brush of her hand was part of some game I hadn’t agreed to play. She offered a smile, all smooth edges and zero sincerity. “Of course, Caesar. I’ll be more mindful of your... personal space.” She stepped back, but not before letting her fingers trail just a little too slow across the edge of the desk. Like she wanted to leave her scent behind. And the worst part? She looked smug about it. Like she’d scored a point simply by backing off. My instincts flared hard. Helena had never known how to take a damn hint—especially not from me. Not since we were cubs. Hell, she used to follow me around like a sha