Chapter 153

Sylvia's POV As our car pulled away from the gala, I found myself studying Caesar's striking profile—the sharp jawline, those pronounced cheekbones, and the intensity in his midnight eyes as he focused on the road ahead. The memory of his commanding presence at the gala still lingered in my mind, sending an unexpected thrill through me. "How did you know to come to the gala tonight?" I finally asked, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "Did someone tell you what was happening?" Caesar's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his expression darkening. "If I hadn't come, would you have just stood there and let them treat you that way?" The frustration in his voice was unmistakable. I could practically feel his wolf bristling beneath the surface. "I wasn't just standing there," I defended myself, though my voice lacked conviction. "I simply didn't want to get into a lengthy explanation with my mother." I lowered my gaze, the memory of Alpha Astra's cold dismissal at the