Free Web NovelChapter 100: Chapter 100 Alpha’s Interrogation
Sylvia’s POV
By the time I reached my mother’s office, my wolf was already pacing beneath my skin, tense and restless, like she could sense the storm waiting on the other side of that door.
The media explosion overnight wasn’t just a PR disaster—it was a tactical hit.
Someone had timed it too perfectly to be random.
But as usual, I was less worried about the enemy and more about how my mother—Alpha Astra—would react.
When I stepped into the office, the air was thick with tension.
Selene was there, of course. freёwebnoѵel.com
Draped in soft silk and fake sweetness, she stood behind our mother, gently massaging her shoulders like some loyal little lapdog. Picture perfect, as always.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
Our mother sat hunched over her desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen of her tablet, the surface of the desk covered in printed reports and headlines that screamed disaster.
Her fingers pressed into her temples like she was trying to rub away the reality.
"CEO, you wanted to see me?" I kept my voice carefully neutral, refusing to show weakness.
Her blue eyes—cold, sharp, mirror images of mine—snapped up to meet mine. "Enter."
I walked in, posture straight, chin up, even as a knot tightened in my chest.
Selene’s gaze followed me, smug and sparkling.
Her hands still lingered on Mother’s shoulders, like she was staking a claim.
"Sit," Mother ordered, her voice carrying that Alpha weight that pressed against your bones.
I didn’t move.
Selene’s eyes flicked wider for a second.
She was surprised—I’d never disobeyed a direct order in front of her before.
Hell, neither of us had. But I wasn’t in the mood to play good daughter today.
Mother waved Selene off with a flick of her hand.
Selene gave me a look—equal parts amusement and condescension—before gliding to one of the plush chairs and crossing her legs like a damn runway model.
Of course. She was seated like royalty, while I stood like some intern waiting for a pink slip.
"Do you know why I’ve called you here?"mom’s voice was frigid.
I met her gaze directly. "I assume it’s about the articles, but I’d prefer not to assume. Please enlighten me."
The corner of her mouth twitched—whether in anger or surprise at my audacity, I couldn’t tell.
"Very well." She picked up a tablet and turned it toward me. "Perhaps you can explain how our company’s reputation has been destroyed overnight? How our suppliers are abandoning us faster than rats from a sinking ship?"
I studied the screen briefly. "This is a coordinated attack. The timing and precision suggest someone with insider knowledge working with our competitors."
"And that’s your defense? Conspiracy theories?" My mother’s laugh was bitter. "The business world is cutthroat, Sylvia. You know this. One moment of weakness, and we’re finished. How could you let this happen at such a crucial time?"
I felt my temper rising but kept my voice level. "With all due respect, Alpha Astra, this situation isn’t what it appears. The speed of the fallout suggests careful planning. Someone is deliberately sabotaging us."
I had hoped—foolishly, perhaps—that my mother would offer support, that we could combine our resources to investigate this attack.
Instead, she slammed her palm against the desk, making the tablet jump.
“So it’s everyone’s fault but yours, huh?” my mother snapped, voice rising fast toward full-on Alpha meltdown. “Do you even know if your team respects you? Or are they just playing nice while sharpening their knives behind your back? Ever stop to think maybe you’re the weak link here?”
Every word slammed into me like a gut punch.
But years of being trained to stay quiet, to keep my head down, to play the good little daughter—yeah, that conditioning ran deep.
Still, something inside me shifted.
Then, right on cue, Selene piped in with her signature brand of fake concern.
Honestly, if she ever got tired of being a manipulative little snake, the Oscars would welcome her with open arms.
“Mother, maybe ease up a little?” she purred, her tone all sugar, no substance. “I’m sure Sylvia didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
And then she turned those big, innocent Bambi eyes on me like she hadn’t just tossed me under the bus in a cashmere throw.
“Unless...” she added, tilting her head slightly, “you’ve already got a genius fix lined up? Just waiting for the right dramatic moment to unveil it? Right, Sivi?”
Moon Goddess, I hated when she called me that.
I clenched my jaw so hard I could feel the pressure in my molars.
My wolf was pacing beneath the surface, practically daring me to rip something apart—preferably someone.
But of course, Mother wasn’t finished.
She gave me that cold, clinical once-over.
The kind of look she reserved for interns who forgot to staple the quarterly reports.“This little disaster makes me seriously question whether you have what it takes to lead, Sylvia. You may have the title, but I’m not seeing the instincts.”
And there it was.
The performance review from hell.
For a second, my heart stuttered—just one beat.
I snapped my gaze up to meet hers, something cold and sharp slicing through my chest. Did she mean that? Was this her way of saying I’d become disposable?
So that’s it? I’m a liability now?
All this time, I’d been killing myself to prove I belonged, and now she was done pretending?
My hands curled into fists at my sides.
"Is this what we’ve come to?" I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. "The first sign of trouble and you’re ready to throw me to the rival packs?"
Mother’s eyes narrowed. "Don’t be dramatic. I’m questioning your competence, not your bloodline."
"But isn’t that the same thing in your eyes?" I challenged, taking a step closer to her desk. "I’ve spent my entire life trying to prove I’m worthy of leading this pack. I’ve sacrificed everything—my pride, my happiness, even my true nature—all to be the heir you wanted."
Selene shifted uncomfortably in her chair, clearly not expecting me to push back.
"And now," I continued, "at the first sign of what is clearly a targeted attack, instead of standing with me as my Alpha, as my mother, you sit here questioning whether I’m fit to lead?"
"Careful, Sylvia," Mother warned, her own wolf rising to meet my challenge.
"No," I said firmly. "I’m done being careful. I’m done walking on eggshells. You want proof of my leadership? Fine."
I placed both hands on her desk and leaned forward, meeting her gaze without flinching.
"I will fix this. Not just fix it—I’ll turn it into an opportunity. And when I do, I want a public acknowledgment that I am the rightful heir to the Frostfang Alpha position. No more tests, no more doubts."
Mother’s eyebrows rose slightly, but I could see the glimmer of something like respect in her eyes. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Bold words," she said finally. "Let’s see if you can back them up."
"I will," I promised, straightening up. "And when I do, you’ll remember this conversation as the moment you almost lost the strongest Alpha this pack has seen in generations."
Without waiting for dismissal, I turned and walked toward the door, feeling both our gazes drilling into my back.
