Free Web NovelChapter 104: Chapter 104 Alpha’s Rage
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 who has visitation rights over the shared friends.
But seeing her now—drenched in neon, swaying like sin, and surrounded by a pack of drooling frat-boy werewolves?
Yeah, I hated myself for not showing up twenty minutes ago.
And hated everyone else in that room for even breathing in her direction.
Without a word, I stalked through the crowd.
Werewolves instinctively moved out of my path, their bodies responding to the Alpha pheromones rolling off me in waves.
I reached the dance floor and seized both women by their arms, one in each hand.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Morgana slurred, struggling against my grip without even looking up. "You’re ruining our fun!"
Beside her, Sylvia’s eyes flashed with sudden anger. "Let go of us right n—"
Her words died in her throat when she recognized me.
The flush on her cheeks deepened, her pupils dilating.
Morgana, still oblivious, continued her tirade with eyes squeezed shut. "Don’t worry, Sivi! I won’t let this guy take you anywhere! I’ll protect you!"
Sylvia seemed dazed, caught between intoxication and surprise, staring at me as if trying to determine whether I was real or some alcohol-induced hallucination.
Around us, the crowd had grown restless.
"Who does this guy think he is?"
"We were having a great time with the ladies before he barged in."
"Is he dangerous or something? Walking in like he owns the place."
"Looks like some kind of gangster—you see that aura? Definitely not someone to mess with."
I felt my patience snap. The insults were one thing, but the implication that I had no right to claim what was mine pushed me to the edge.
"Move."
My voice dropped into that low, lethal register that only an Alpha can hit—the kind that vibrates straight down your spine and shuts down all argument.
The crowd split like the Red Sea, and even Morgana—mid-spin, half-drunk, and two seconds from dancing on a table—froze mid-step.
Her eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus through the haze. "Sivi...? Tell me I’m hallucinating. Please say that’s not my cousin’s voice."
Sylvia didn’t answer, her eyes locked with mine as understanding replaced confusion.
The scent of her anxiety spiked, mingling with the lingering sweetness of alcohol.
I let a slow, cold smile curl my lips. "Good. So you do recognize me. That’ll make it easier when I’m disciplining you later."
Morgana choked. "Oh, Moon Goddess. It really is you."
I could practically see her brain buffering—remembering the text she’d sent inviting me out, then promptly forgetting I existed the moment the music hit and the vodka started flowing.
Sylvia’s expression shifted again, from shock to resignation.She stopped resisting, allowing me to guide them both through the club and out to where my car waited.
The three of us settled into an uncomfortable silence once inside—Sylvia refusing to meet my eyes, Morgana fidgeting nervously in the back seat.
Finally, Morgana broke the silence. "Caesar, can you just take me home?"
I was about to respond when she clasped her hands together, eyes wide with pleading. "Please, Caesar, don’t tell my parents! I’ll do anything—literally anything you ask. Just please keep this between us."
I remembered my uncle’s words the last time she’d been caught at a club—something about breaking her legs and cutting off her allowance. No wonder she looked terrified. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
I glanced sideways at Sylvia, seeing an opportunity. "You drag my mate into trouble and expect leniency?"
Morgana’s eyes widened at the word "mate," but she recovered quickly.
She grabbed Sylvia’s arm like it was a life preserver and she was mid-Titanic. "Sivi, please! My beautiful, amazing, selfless Sivi! I didn’t even want to come out tonight—I did it for you! I sacrificed myself so you could flirt and forget your ex! Please tell your Alpha not to ruin my life!"
I watched with barely concealed satisfaction as Sylvia’s expression softened. She met my expectant gaze, then looked back at Morgana’s reddened eyes.
"Come on, stop teasing her," she said quietly. "Don’t tell her parents. This is the last time, I promise."
I raised an eyebrow, enjoying this moment more than I should. "And who will guarantee that? She’s the only daughter of the Amani family. If anything happened to her, I’d be held responsible."
Morgana’s head dropped even lower.
This explained why she kept her nightlife hidden—her family’s overprotectiveness clashed with her natural love for excitement.
It was precisely why she and Sylvia had bonded in the first place.
"I’ll guarantee it," Sylvia said firmly, her lips pressed together. "She’s genuinely sorry. Let it go this time."
My wolf settled, appeased by her intervention.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t ask. She told me.
And I liked it.
Hearing her speak up, even if it meant challenging me? That landed.
It felt right. Natural. Like this was how it was supposed to be—two halves of the same fire, balancing each other out.
"Fine," I conceded, turning to Morgana. "Sivi has spoken for you. But if there’s a next time, I won’t hesitate to call your parents."
Morgana launched herself at Sylvia, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I love you so much! I won’t let you down, I swear!"
Sylvia wiped her face with exaggerated disgust, and I felt a surge of possessiveness watching another person—even her best friend—touch her so freely. freewёbnoνel.com
Perhaps I should have told her parents after all.
I drove in silence until we reached Morgana’s house, pulling up to the impressive gates of the Amani estate.
"Out you go," I said firmly. "And remember—stay away from clubs like that. Otherwise..."
I let the threat hang unfinished in the air, but Morgana understood perfectly.
With a quick goodbye to Sylvia and a nervous nod to me, she slipped out of the car and hurried inside.
