Chapter 92

Silvia His smile widened as he approached with the easy confidence of someone who owned the space around him. "In the flesh." My throat tightened. "By the Moon Goddess, what are you doing here?" The memory of the gala crashed over me—shattered crystal, predatory stares, the scent of aggression thick in the air. Part of me wondered I should apologize for the spectacle. But the rational part knew the fault lay with Alpha Sherman and Alpha Enzo. Mason tilted his head, slipping off his sunglasses with practiced elegance. His green eyes held flecks of amber that caught the fading light, studying me with an intensity that should have been flattering. "Good to see you too," he said, the edges of his smirk softening into something more genuine. I stood speechless for a beat too long before he tucked the sunglasses into his cashmere sweater. "You alright? You've gone pale, Silvia." I exhaled and ran my hand over my cheek and felt a little sick. "I'm fine," I lied, pushing a curl of red hair ben