Free Web NovelChapter 108: Chapter 108 I Would Give Her That Chance
Author’s POV
Meanwhile, across the city...
Selene—Sylvia’s sister—sat back in a velvet armchair. One stiletto dangled from her toes, swinging slow. She looked bored. Unbothered.
Across from her, the private investigator laid out the details with the precision of someone who charged by the hour.
"She showed up at Alpha Vargas’s company. Got shut down at the front desk. No appointment, no access. You should’ve seen her face," he added, lips twitching into something dangerously close to a smile. "Utter devastation."
Selene’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning.
"Did you get photos?" she asked, already halfway leaning forward.
Her voice was too eager, too sweet. The kind of tone predators use when they’re circling wounded prey.
The PI raised a brow. "Standard protocol, ma’am."
"Then hand them over," she demanded, snatching the envelope from his hand before he could blink.
Her fingers trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation—as she pulled out the glossy prints. There she was. Sylvia freaking Frost.
Miss Picture-Perfect herself, standing outside Vargas’s building, shoulders slumped like someone had unplugged her spine.
Her lips a thin red slash. Eyes void of that usual unshakable confidence.
Selene’s smile spread, slow and decadent.
God, she looked deliciously wrecked.
Her inner wolf practically purred.
This—this moment right here? Better than champagne. Better than sex. Maybe even better than stealing Sylvia’s fiancejust for sport.
Look at you, Sylvia. Not so high and mighty now, huh?
The PI, sensing her euphoria, decided it was the perfect time to ruin the vibe. "About the balance on my invoice..."
Selene’s smile iced over.
"The job’s not done," she said, tone clipped and diamond-edged. "You’ll get paid when I say it’s finished." ƒrēewebnovel.com
He opened his mouth to protest, thought better of it, and shut it again.
Selene was a lot of things—manipulative, demanding, exhausting—but she always paid. Eventually.
"Fine," he muttered. "Next time."
She tapped the photos against her palm, eyes never leaving the image of Sylvia’s cracked façade. "Keep watching her. Don’t interfere. Don’t talk to her. Just observe and report."
"Don’t worry," he assured her with a practiced smile. "We’ve worked together long enough. I know how to handle this."
The PI turned to leave, already mentally calculating the new invoice total.
He knew exactly what kind of she-wolf Selene was—ruthless, vain, and more dangerous when she smiled than when she snarled.
But she had connections, money, and a grudge that burned brighter than most people’s dreams.
And right now, her entire world revolved around watching Sylvia Frost fall—one elegant, humiliating crack at a time.
Caesar’s POV
I watched Dylan—my Beta—pace in front of my desk like he was auditioning for a role in a werewolf soap opera.
He’d sighed dramatically no less than six times in the last minute. I counted.
Again.
And again.
The air was practically humming with his anxiety.
Something was off. Way off.
"Spit it out, Dylan," I said, voice sharp as a paper cut. "Before I throw you out the window—politely, of course. We are in a professional setting."
He flinched like I’d actually growled at him. To be fair, I kind of had.
Dylan flinched at my tone, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape.
My Beta had never been good at delivering bad news.
"Alpha—I mean," he corrected himself quickly, remembering we were in a corporate setting. "It’s about Mrs. Frost—I mean,Luna Sylvia."
I immediately sat up straighter, my wolf surging forward with protective instinct. "What about Sylvia?"
The way he hesitated made my blood run cold.
I’d been so focused on giving Sylvia space to process her emotions that I hadn’t been monitoring her professional situation closely enough. freёwebnoѵel.com
"Tell me everything," I commanded, using just enough of my Alpha tone to ensure he wouldn’t hold anything back.
Dylan finally relented, explaining how Sylvia had been systematically turned away from every manufacturing plant she’d visited.
Key suppliers were refusing to meet with her, doors literally closing in her face.
"I haven’t confirmed exactly why they’re rejecting her," he finished, "but it appears to be coordinated."
My grip tightened around the pen in my hand until I heard the plastic crack.
I’d promised myself I wouldn’t interfere, that I’d let Sylvia fight her own battles in the business world, but this was different.
This was deliberate sabotage.
"Which companies?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm.
"Alpha?" Dylan looked confused.
I fixed him with a stare that made he drop his gaze submissively. "The names of the companies rejecting her. Who’s leading this?"
Understanding dawned on his face. "I’ve investigated that. It appears to be orchestrated by Alpha Vargas. He has significant influence over the other suppliers. Once he refused to work with Luna Sylvia, the others followed suit."
My fingers drummed rhythmically on the desk as I considered my options. "What do we know about this man?"
"I can send you his file—"
"No need," I interrupted. "Contact him as a Vertex representative. Don’t reveal any connection to me or to Sylvia."
Dylan nodded, though confusion flashed across his features.
"Exactly. Arrange a meeting. Suggest that he reconsider his position regarding Frostline Enterprises. Clear up any... misunderstandings." The last word carried the weight of a threat.
Dylan understood immediately. "I’ll take care of it, Alpha."
"One more thing," I added as he turned to leave. "Be subtle. Sylvia can’t know we intervened."
I knew my mate better than anyone.
Sylvia was fiercely independent and proud—traits that had drawn my wolf to her from the beginning.
If she discovered I was clearing obstacles from her path, she would see it as a challenge to her competence rather than the act of devotion it was.
"I understand completely, Alpha," Dylan said with a knowing nod before exiting my office.
Once alone, I pulled out my phone and stared at our message thread.
My thumb hovered over the screen, tempted to check in with her, to ask how she was feeling, to tell her that everything would be alright.
But I restrained myself.
Sylvia didn’t need my comfort words—she needed a fair chance to prove herself.
The rest—the talent, the determination, the sheer force of will—she already possessed in abundance.
I would give her that chance, and then watch proudly as she seized it with both hands.
