Chapter 104

Caesar's POV I felt it the second I stepped into Eclipse. that primal, possessive rage that only an Alpha feels when someone's eyes are on what's his. And right there, under the flickering strobes and pulsing bass, was Sylvia—my mate—dancing like she'd forgotten gravity was a thing. Hair wild, lips parted, cheeks flushed from too many overpriced cocktails. Spinning with Morgana, laughing like she hadn't been emotionally wrecking me for weeks. And around them? A circle of wannabes—every single one staring at her like she was the last drink of water in a supernatural desert. My wolf went feral in my chest. And I mean full-blown, claw-at-my-ribs, "break this club in half" feral. My jaw locked so tight I was one second from cracking a molar. What the hell was I doing arriving late to this trainwreck? When Morgana texted me earlier with a casual "You might wanna see this ," I hesitated. Sylvia and I were still… undefined. In limbo. The kind of awkward not-quite-a-breakup where no one knows