Free Web NovelChapter 125: Chapter 125 The Truth That Cannot Be Spoken
Sylvia’s POV
I could feel my blood boiling beneath my skin as I stared at Caesar.
My wolf was pacing anxiously inside me, confused by the conflicting emotions of attraction and mistrust.
This arrogant Alpha had deliberately cornered me here, forcing me to express my feelings.
Fine. If he wanted honesty, I’d give it to him—all at once, without filter.
"Oh, I’m sorry—was I under some illusion that this was our home? Because apparently, decisions get made and new roommates get added without me even being in the room."
I took a deep breath, my wolf urging me to stake my claim.
"Since you and Helena are SO close, why don’t you just move out and live with her? I—"
Before I could finish, Caesar swooped down and captured my lips with his own.
The kiss was desperate, hungry—like a wolf who’d found water after days in the desert.
My breath hitched as he devoured me, refusing to let go even for a moment.
When he finally released me, my lips were swollen and tingling.
His eyes had darkened to that dangerous shade that made my wolf whimper with need.
"Sivi ," he murmured, voice rough with desire. "Don’t you know how to breathe during a kiss?"
I blinked at him, momentarily stunned.
"Who asked you to ambush me like that?" I pressed my fingers against my tender lips, trying to cool the burn. "Why would I want to do that with you again?"
Caesar stood there confidently, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Of course you will," he said, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to breathe properly next time."
I huffed and turned away, refusing to acknowledge him further.
How had I never noticed what a teasing, infuriating man he could be?
Seeing my reaction, Caesar’s expression softened.
"Sivi, please believe me. There’s absolutely nothing between Helena and me."
He pressed his lips together before continuing. "I only know her because of her brother. When we were kids, we just played together occasionally. Honestly, if it weren’t for her brother, I probably wouldn’t even know her."
Caesar’s concern was evident on his face.
He clearly wanted this resolved—this constant tension between us was keeping us from having any peace.
My resistance gradually weakened. I found myself wanting to believe him.
"Are you telling me the truth? All of it?" I asked, finally meeting his gaze directly.
Caesar nodded solemnly. "Of course. I haven’t lied to you once."
"Then explain this to me," I said, voice sharp. "Why do you trust Helena’s brother like family? Since when are you two so close?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
His expression immediately changed.
I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the mental calculation happening behind that perfect face.
Something about this question made him uncomfortable.
He hesitated too long, and disappointment began to pool in my chest.
"I should have known," I said bitterly. "Men’s words can never be trusted."
Caesar seemed to struggle internally before responding: "Sylvia, can we please discuss something else?"
I couldn’t help the cold laugh that escaped my lips.
My disappointment in him deepened with every second.
First he claims he hasn’t told a single lie, then immediately refuses to answer a simple question.
"Never mind. I understand perfectly now."
I didn’t know what else to say, so I just smiled sardonically. Men were all the same—their words as reliable as smoke in the wind.
Caesar caught my expression and clearly understood its meaning.
But he made no move to explain himself further, seemingly distracted by the late hour.
Deciding I was done with this conversation, I walked past him toward the hairdryer.
I had nothing more to say to this liar.
With the towel still wrapped around my body, I moved carefully, keeping my movements minimal. But Caesar remained rooted in place, refusing to leave.
Eventually, I turned off the hairdryer and faced him directly. "Why are you still here? I want to sleep. You should go to bed too."
By now, I believed Helena and Caesar weren’t involved—but I couldn’t help thinking that if I hadn’t come between them, they might have rekindled whatever history they had.
The thought created an ache in my chest that I couldn’t quite explain.
Caesar didn’t seem to notice my inner turmoil. "Sivi, I won’t say much more, but Helena and I are absolutely just acquaintances. If it weren’t for her brother, I really wouldn’t—"
"Fine, I understand," I cut him off, nodding dismissively.
My clearly halfhearted response didn’t sit well with him.
I could see the hurt flash across his face, though he tried to hide it.
Instead of arguing, he mumbled a quiet "Alright then" and returned to his room.
Once he was gone, I let my guard drop completely. Like air escaping a balloon, all my fake bravado deflated.
Despite my fierce front minutes ago, it had all been an act—a shield to protect myself from more hurt.
Caesar’s POV
I tossed my phone onto the bed and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling the weight of centuries pressing down on me.
The Wolf King doesn’t get to show exhaustion, but in the privacy of my bedroom, I allowed myself this moment of weakness.
No matter what strategy I employed, no matter how carefully I chose my words, nothing seemed to reach Sylvia the right way.
The irony wasn’t lost on me—I commanded respect from every Alpha in America, yet couldn’t properly communicate with the one person who mattered most.
My wolf paced restlessly inside me, agitated that our mate was upset with us.
He didn’t understand strategy. He didn’t understand why we had to lie.
He only knew she was hurting. And that she was slipping away from us.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about her question.
Of all the things she could’ve asked... she asked about Helena’s brother.
She was circling too close to the truth. And she didn’t even know it.
Because Helena’s family wasn’t some awkward Chapter from my past.
It was atrail leading straight back to everything I’d spent years burying.To Vertex.
Risks I’d spent years keeping out of the headlines.
Deals brokered in shadows. Enemies who didn’t care who they had to hurt to get leverage.
And the fewer people who knew the full picture, the safer it was.
Especially her.
But the look on her face when I hesitated...
That flicker of disappointment—quiet, sharp, and absolute—cut deeper than I expected.
She thought I was lying. That I was covering for Helena.
She didn’t realize I was covering for her.
Could Helena—the one woman who meant exactly nothing to me romantically—end up being the reason I lost the only one who ever actually mattered?
The thought made my wolf snarl.
Sylvia was just on the other side of the wall, but it might as well have been continents.
The bond between us stretched thinner by the hour.
Fraying. Splintering.
I’d planned to fix it in the morning.
To tell her something—maybe not everything, but enough to pull her back from the edge.
Enough to keep her from walking.
But when I knocked on the guest room door, it was already open. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
She was gone.
