Free Web NovelChapter 122: Chapter 122 What The Hell Is Going On?
Author’s POV
Shortly after Sylvia left, Selene finally sauntered downstairs with deliberate slowness.
"Mother, is she gone?" she asked, her voice laced with false concern.
Alpha Astra’s previously warm expression immediately cooled several degrees.
The powerful she-wolf studied her adopted daughter with calculating eyes.
"We’re supposed to be family. Why didn’t you come down for breakfast?" she asked, her voice carrying the subtle edge of authority.
Selene’s posture stiffened as memories of yesterday’s confrontation with Sylvia flooded her mind. "After how she treated me yesterday, I wasn’t comfortable being around her," she replied, feigning vulnerability while strategically avoiding her mother’s piercing gaze.
Alpha Astra released a heavy sigh, her disappointment hanging in the air between them. "We’re family, Selene. What exactly are you trying to achieve?"
She paused, her voice hardening. "And yesterday—repeatedly undermining your sister to her clients, attempting to sabotage her accounts—what was the purpose of that?"
"I..." Selene’s eyes darted around before she squared her shoulders and decided to reveal her true intentions. "Mother, I want to be involved in the company too."
The statement hung in the air, creating a thick atmosphere of tension and awkwardness.
Alpha Astra observed Selene’s tightly clenched fists, recognizing the determination behind her words.
Time stretched painfully between them until Selene wondered if her mother had even heard her request.
But silence was its own answer—of course she had heard.
"Go back to your room," Alpha Astra finally said. "I’ll consider it."
The response wasn’t surprising to Selene. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
She knew Alpha Astra wouldn’t immediately hand over any power.
Today’s conversation was merely a test—a probe to gauge her mother’s attitude toward the possibility.
Now she had her answer.
Though hesitant, her mother hadn’t immediately rejected the idea.
That meant there was hope.
With that understanding, Selene felt a surge of optimism about her future prospects.
The path to power was opening before her.
Sylvia’s POV
Everyone else was already home when I walked in.
Caesar and Helena had already made themselves comfortable in the living room.
I merely arched an eyebrow, saying nothing as I headed straight for the guest bedroom.
I didn’t need to look back to feel Caesar’s frustration radiating behind me.
"Oh my!" Helena’s falsely sweet voice called out. "Sylvia, why are you staying in the guest room?"
I couldn’t help the cold laugh that escaped my lips. "That’s my business. What’s it to you?"
"But shouldn’t you be sharing a room with Caesar?" she pressed, her innocent act transparent as glass. "Don’t tell me you two had a fight?"
My eyes briefly met Caesar’s across the room before we both looked away.
The tension between us was palpable, a living thing that seemed to pulse in the space separating us.
Caesar’s voice cut through the awkward silence. "My mate can sleep wherever she pleases. Mind your own business, Helena."
Hearing him defend me—even in that cold, detached way—gave me a petty sense of satisfaction. I raised my chin and decided to twist the knife a little deeper into Helena’s hopes.
"You heard him," I said, sliding over to Caesar and linking my arm through his.
The contact sent an electric current through my skin, but I maintained my composure. "Mind your own business, Helena."
Then, purely to spite her, I added, "Actually, I’m in a good mood tonight. I think I’ll sleep in the master bedroom after all."
I changed direction, heading toward our—Caesar’s—bedroom instead.
The furious expression on Helena’s face as I passed was worth every bit of the uncomfortable conversation to come.
Behind me, I could practically hear Helena grinding her teeth in frustration.
Good. Let her stew in her own jealousy.
Caesar, on the other hand, looked delighted by my sudden change of heart.
His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he followed me into the bedroom, slipping through the door right behind me.
"What do you think you’re doing?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Sivi," he said, using that ridiculous nickname that somehow still made my heart flutter, "aren’t we sleeping together?"
His eyes were wide and innocent—a masterful performance from a man who commanded respect from every wolf in the country.
Those pleading eyes were almost impossible to resist.
Almost.
But memories of his reunion with Helena—his precious childhood friend—still stung fresh in my mind.
"We’ll see," I muttered, grabbing my clothes before heading to the bathroom to shower.
Caesar’s lips twitched into a subtle smile at my non-refusal.
Author’s POV
While Caesar and Sylvia settled into the bedroom, Helena lingered just outside the door like a moth circling a flame—restless, fixated, and clearly unraveling.
She paced the hallway in tight, jittery steps, the scent of her emotions bleeding through the air. Frustration. Envy. That all-too-familiar desperation.
Even the heavy wooden door between them couldn’t block out the storm radiating off her.
The silence inside must’ve been unbearable.
Whatever her imagination was conjuring, it was eating her alive.
Finally, she caved. Pressed her ear to the door like some low-budget spy, just hoping to catch... something.
A voice. A laugh. A clue.
Anything to prove she wasn’t just being paranoid—or worse, irrelevant.
Just as she tilted forward, the door flew open.
Caesar, unaware of the eavesdropper outside, stood in the doorway—just in time to catch Helena as she pitched straight into the room, landing hard at his feet with all the grace of a dropped mannequin. freewёbnoνel.com
He blinked, one brow lifting. "What is this? A new method of recon?"
Helena didn’t miss a beat.
"Caesar," she gasped, her voice cracking with what sounded suspiciously like real pain. "I—I fell. Please help me."
There were actual tears glistening in her eyes now—whether from shame or opportunity, it was hard to tell.
Caesar hesitated only a second before reaching down to help her up.
She clung to his hands like a lifeline, then stumbled forward again—conveniently enough to end up pressed against his chest.
Both of them were still in sleepwear, thin and summery, and the sudden closeness looked... far more intimate than it was.
At least, that was the exact moment Sylvia stepped out of the bathroom.
She froze in the doorway, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and fury.
Her voice, when it came, was low and sharp as broken glass.
"What the hell is going on?"
