Chapter 110

Sylvia's POV I stared at Alpha Vargas like he'd just grown a second head. He looked genuinely confused—which, frankly, only made things weirder. "You seriously don't know about this?" he asked, brows pulling together. "I mean, I was told these were your words." "My words?" I repeated, blinking. "No, Alpha Vargas. I have no clue what the hell you're talking about." He didn't react. No twitch, no smirk, not even a flicker of guilt. Just... confusion. And not the fake kind, either. The real, deep-in-his-bones kind. Which, honestly, made this whole thing even more uncomfortable. I studied his face for a long beat—eyes, jaw, posture. My gut told me one thing: he wasn't lying. Whatever this was, it didn't come from him, and it sure as hell didn't come from me. That left... someone else. Someone trying to screw with both of us. And judging by the way Alpha Vargas's shoulders dropped just a little, the way his stance softened ever so slightly, he was starting to piece it together too. "Alright