Free Web NovelChapter 105: Chapter 105 Playing Coy with the Blind
Sylvia’s POV
The SUV door clicked shut behind Morgana, and just like that—we were alone.
Cue the silence.
Not the peaceful kind. The thick, suffocating kind. freёwebnovel.com
The kind that settles between two people who have way too much history and zero interest in unpacking it right now.
Caesar tapped his fingers against the steering wheel like it owed him money. Then cleared his throat. Twice.
"The back seat’s empty now," he said, voice casual—too casual. "You can move up front if you want."
I didn’t even hesitate. "I’m good back here."
My wolf gave a soft, guilt-trippy whine in the back of my mind, but I shut her down with the emotional equivalent of a deadbolt.
We were not playing the ’go sit closer to the hot Alpha’ game tonight.
Just looking at him brought Helena’s smug face to mind, as if somehow ’I’ was the intruder in their relationship.
The thought was almost laughable.
"The view’s better from the front," Caesar said, his voice dropping to that deep, velvety tone that usually sent shivers down my spine.
I wasn’t oblivious to his meaning, but I refused to take the bait.
"The passenger seat is also the most dangerous place to sit in a crash," I replied coolly.
Silence. Checkmate.
He didn’t say anything else.
Apparently, that was enough to kill whatever half-baked attempt at small talk he’d been planning.
It’s not that I couldn’t talk to him.
I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking I wanted to.
So we drove in tense, awkward, emotionally constipated silence all the way back to the house.
Honestly? It was the most honest conversation we’d had in days.
When we arrived, Helena was already in the foyer, her eyes widening when she saw us enter together.
I could practically see the wheels turning in her head.
"Sylvia," she said, the forced sweetness in her voice making my wolf growl. "You’re back so late. Where were you and Caesar coming from?"
"Do we need your permission to go places now?" I replied, not bothering to hide my irritation.
Helena’s mouth fell open in shock before she quickly composed herself, turning to Caesar with glistening eyes. "Caesar, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just worried because it’s so late."
She clutched her hands in front of her chest, the perfect picture of innocence.
"Sylviaseems to dislike me so much. Caesar, please tell her I meant no harm."
The tears threatening to spill from her eyes might have fooled others, but I could smell the deception on her.
My wolf was practically rolling her eyes at the display.
What was truly amusing, though, was how Helena was completely wasting her efforts.
Caesar looked genuinely confused. "She’s literally standing right here. If you have something to say to her... maybe say it to her? Why would I need to translate?"
I couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped me.
The look on Caesar’s face was one of complete sincerity—he genuinely didn’t understand what Helena was trying to do.
"Caesar!" Helena stomped her foot in frustration, but had no comeback for his logic.
"Caesar!" Helena whined, stomping her foot like a toddler who just got told she couldn’t have ice cream for dinner. Pity tantrums don’t come with a refund policy.
I bit back a grin.
The girl was spiraling—fast.
Confusion, rage, disbelief... she was practically a walking emotional blender on high speed.
And because I’m petty—and thriving—I decided to stir the pot.
I turned to Caesar, voice soft and syrupy. "Babe, are you done entertaining your sister?" freēwēbnovel.com
His brows lifted slightly, caught off guard by the tone shift.
I placed a hand dramatically on my lower back and let out a breathy sigh. "I’ve been running around all day and my spine officially filed a complaint. Come give me a massage, hmm? In our room?"
Then, just before I turned, I threw one glance at Helena—sharp, deliberate.
And oh, it was worth it.
Her face looked like someone had just canceled Christmas. Jaw clenched. Eyes wide. Hands fisted so tight her French manicure might’ve cracked.
Satisfied, I turned and sauntered away—slow, deliberate, like I had all the time in the world and zero competition in the room.
My hips swung with just enough extra attitude to make a point.
I didn’t look back when I added, "Or you can just stand there and let me suffer. Your call, babe."
But I didn’t need to see her to know Helena was seconds from combusting.
I could feel it in the air—her fury was practically vibrating off the walls.
Her scent had gone from sugar-sweet to scorched bitterness. Classic fake-nice-girl meltdown.
Then Caesar’s voice cut through the tension, low and unmistakable.
"I’m coming."
Boom.
I heard the shift in his steps—decisive, heavy—and knew he’d walked right past her without hesitation.
Then came the follow-up, cool and clean like a scalpel: "Why are you still here? Go to your room."
I paused at the bedroom doorway, just long enough to hear the rest.
"Caesar," Helena gasped, shock-drunk. "Are you seriously treating me like this? Did you forget what my brother asked of you?"
His voice dropped into that Alpha register that made even walls flinch.
"Your brother asked me to look out for you," he said, dead calm. "He didn’t ask me to abandon my mate so you could play damsel. So unless you’re bleeding or on fire—get out of the way."
And just like that, silence.
I was surprised.
Why was he speaking to his precious Helena this way in front of me?
It seemed out of character.
Were they putting on an act for my benefit?
But Helena’s disappointment seemed too real to be feigned.
"Fine, I understand," Helena finally said, her voice tight with hurt. "I’ll go, Caesar."
When Helena’s bedroom door closed with a sharp click, Caesar’s intense gaze returned to me, so powerful I couldn’t pretend not to notice it.
"Sivi," he said, using that nickname that always made my heart skip. "Let me help with your back. You’ve had a long day."
The eagerness in his voice was unmistakable, making my cheeks warm.
"O-okay," I stammered, suddenly flustered by the game I had started. "Let’s go to the bedroom. We can’t exactly do that out here."
The moment the words left my lips, I realized how suggestive they sounded.
I had meant the massage, but it came out sounding like something else entirely.
Rather than trying to explain myself and making it worse, I simply headed toward bedroom.
Caesar followed closely behind me, his scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
