Free Web NovelChapter 12: Chapter 12 I Want You
Sylvia’s POV
I hadn’t even noticed Caesar watching me. Not earlier, when Zane had walked away, and certainly not when I was planning to take a taxi back to the office and pretend none of it had gotten under my skin.
Instead, one of Caesar’s men approached me—his beta, I guessed—moving with a strange mix of respect and caution, like I was someone he wasn’t quite sure how to address.
"Luna Sylvia," he said, with a slight bow that made my wolf twitch with confusion. "I’m Alpha Caesar’s beta. The Alpha is finishing a business meeting nearby and would like you to wait for him in his car. If you’re willing."
Caesar was here?I didn’t let the surprise show. "Very well," I replied, polite and composed.
The beta led me to a sleek black vehicle parked just outside—a car that practically radiated silent authority and understated luxury. Inside, the temperature was perfect, the leather seats smelled faintly of cedar, and the stress of the day began to slip from my shoulders. Before I knew it, my eyes were closing.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
When I woke, I felt it immediately—that gaze. Not harsh. Not cold. But deeply present and undeniably possessive, like it knew things about me I hadn’t said out loud.
I opened my eyes and met Caesar’s.
His stare was calm, warm, and so intense it made my breath catch. The interior lights were low, casting shadows across his features.
"You’re awake?" His voice was deep, smooth, and so quietly intimate it sent a ripple through me.
I nodded, suddenly too aware of how soft my features must have looked in sleep, how unguarded.
He studied me for a moment longer, then asked, "Are you tired? If not... would you like to see a place with me?"
I blinked. "No. I’m okay."
Something flickered across his face, almost a smile, and then he leaned forward—slow, deliberate—and clicked my seatbelt into place. The nearness of him made my wolf stir restlessly. Not fearful. Just... aware. frёeωebɳovel.com
We drove for a while. Half an hour, maybe more. I didn’t ask where we were going. Part of me didn’t want to.
When we pulled up to a tall, narrow house with stone walls and ivy creeping up the sides, I felt a jolt of déjà vu. There was something about it—something oddly familiar.
"Come," Caesar said, holding the door open for me. His tone was unreadable, his eyes darker than the night sky above us.
I stepped inside.
And froze.
The house was a three-story tower. On the first floor stood what looked like a life-sized candy tree house, complete with tiny gumdrop steps and a gingerbread oven. The air smelled like vanilla and warm sugar.
I moved to the second floor, where rows of figurines and handcrafted dolls filled every shelf. A miniature dwarf kingdom, impossibly detailed, impossibly real.
And then the top floor—an open skylight above me, where stars spilled silver across the wooden floors and the night wind whispered through the rafters.
I stood in stunned silence.
This was it.
This was the dream tower I’d drawn when I was fourteen years old.
I remembered every line, every childish flourish.
"If a prince wants to marry me," I had once told my mother, "he’ll have to build me this tower. Only then will I leave."
My voice trembled. "How... how do you know about this?"
I turned to Caesar, who stood in the doorway, watching me with an expression I couldn’t name. My heart was thudding too hard. I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with clothing.
The scent of candy wrapped around me, oddly comforting, pulling me away from the pain Zane had left behind.
"Did you build this... to make me feel better?" I asked quietly. "Because you saw what happened at the restaurant?"
He didn’t answer right away.
I knew he’d been there. I’d seen the way he watched. The way he made no move to intervene when Zane tried to humiliate me in front of half the pack elders. And yet... now, this.
Everyone else had seen a confrontation—dramatic, maybe even satisfying. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
But Caesar must’ve seen the truth: I was humiliated. I’d wasted three years of my life on a man who didn’t even care enough to lie well.
Under the skylight, with my dream made real around me, I looked at him and saw something shift in his face—something soft, something almost resigned.
"Sylvia," he said with a quiet laugh. "I thought it was obvious. I’ve been pursuing you."
The world tilted.
I stared at him, completely unprepared for the weight of those words. I hadn’t dared to imagine something like this. Not from him.
It couldn’t have started recently... which meant—
My voice cracked before I could stop it. "Was it because of that night? Is this just about my body?"
As soon as I said it, heat rushed to my face. Stupid. So stupid.
Caesar was... well, Caesar. He was flawless in a way that made women stop breathing when he walked into a room. And here I was, implying he wanted me for sex. As if that were the only reason.
He chuckled. Low. Rough. His eyes shimmered silver beneath the moonlight.
"You can think that if you want," he said, stepping closer. "I did want you from the start."
He stopped just short of touching me, his voice turning to smoke.
"But wanting you didn’t stop me from watching. From remembering. From building this place."
His shirt hung slightly open at the collar, revealing smooth skin and sculpted muscle beneath. He looked unreal—like something carved from ice and fire, something wild that had chosen to wear the skin of a man.
And just like that, I couldn’t breathe.
I looked at the teardrop mole under his eye, glowing faintly in the moonlight, and felt something pull loose in me. Some hidden thread snapping.
The words escaped before I could reel them back.
"Caesar..." I whispered, "would you like to make love?"
