Free Web NovelChapter 13: Chapter 13 Fired?
Sylvia’s POV
Caesar paused for a beat.And then... he smiled.Not wide, not cocky—just the faintest curve of his lips, but it was enough to send my pulse racing.
In the next breath, he slid an arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his body heat wrapping around me like a stormfront.
He dipped his head, voice brushing against my ear like velvet smoke.
"Sivi," he murmured.The nickname landed like a bolt to the chest.No one had called me that in years.
"Sivi," he repeated, almost reverently. "I’ve never pursued anyone before. Until you, I never imagined giving this kind of attention to anything outside my pack. But I’m asking you now—give me a chance. Not just as lovers. Be mine. Truly mine."
I froze.My wolf stilled completely, caught between wonder and recognition.How did he know that name? It had been years since anyone called me that. A family nickname, spoken in sun-drenched kitchens and sleepy childhood mornings. A name no outsider should know.
I lifted my gaze, searching his eyes—cool silver edged with something warmer, deeper.He knew exactly what he was doing.I wanted to say something. Push back. Ask how he knew. Accuse him of getting too close, too fast.But the words wouldn’t come.
Instead, all I could manage was a whisper—small, trembling, and far too honest.
"...Okay."
His scent hit me hard. "Little Sivi," he murmured, the childhood nickname sounding like a seduction now. His lips grazed my temple, his voice low and rough enough to curl around my spine. Not with my heartbeat pounding in my ears and every nerve straining toward him. Those silver-blue eyes locked on mine—intense, unguarded.
One powerful sweep of his arm and I was in the air, cradled effortlessly against his chest. My body tensed, but not from fear. The way he held me—possessive, sure, his—it undid something inside me.
"Caesar—" I started.But his mouth crashed onto mine, and the world blinked out.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a declaration, a conquest. His lips claimed, coaxed, then devoured. Tongue stroking against mine with calculated dominance that made my knees tremble even in his arms.
His fingers dug into my hips, anchoring me, rubbing slow, maddening circles through the fabric of my dress. When his teeth grazed the curve of my neck—the spot—my knees nearly buckled.
"I’ve dreamed of this," he whispered, lips hot against my skin. "Of tasting you. Claiming you. Marking you so thoroughly no one ever dares look at you again."
The kiss turned feral.
Hands roamed—rough, reverent, frantic. Fabric tore. Breaths grew ragged. His shirt was gone before I could blink; mine followed seconds later. My bra snapped off with one flex of his fingers.
He lifted me again, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard length pressed between my thighs, separated only by too much fabric and not enough patience.
"Tell me to stop," he rasped, even as his hand slid beneath my panties. "Tell me now, or I swear I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name."
"Don’t stop," I gasped, arching into him. "I want this. I want you."
His eyes flared gold.
That was all he needed.
He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto the cool sheets like a prize he’d finally claimed. His eyes raked over my body—slow, hungry, almost reverent.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful," he murmured, stripping off the last of his clothes.
What I saw made my breath hitch—he was all sculpted muscle, dominance and danger in flesh. The kind of man who didn’t just take; he possessed.
He crawled over me like a predator closing in, every motion controlled, powerful.
"You’re mine," he growled, nudging my thighs apart with his knee.
"Say it."
I shivered beneath him. "I’m yours."
And then he was inside me—with one hard, deep thrust that made me cry out.
There was no mercy in the way he moved. No hesitation. Just raw, relentless claiming. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his hips grinding into mine with devastating precision.
Every thrust was a command.
Every growl a promise.
"You feel that?" he bit out against my neck. "That’s me claiming what’s mine."
My body met his in perfect rhythm, our wolves snarling in tandem, the bond pulsing between us like fire.
When his fingers found my clit, I shattered around him, gasping his name as pleasure overtook me.
He didn’t stop.
"Say it again," he demanded, voice feral.
"Yours," I cried, the word raw from my throat. "All yours."
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Author’s POV
Meanwhile, after leaving the restaurant, Zane dragged Chloe away, his expression thunderous. The scene in the restaurant had drawn quite an audience.
Someone had recorded Sylvia’s calculated revenge, and a kind soul had promptly uploaded it online. Zane’s reputation was in tatters.
Seething with rage, he immediately summoned Johnson, the beta responsible for Sylvia’s gifts, and exploded: "What the hell is wrong with you? You couldn’t spend a little more? Sending Sylvia counterfeit items?"
Johnson scratched his nose awkwardly. "Brother, it wasn’t about the money. Sylvia wasn’t even in our social circle. Why waste expensive gifts on her? She was just some poor nobody."
Zane laughed bitterly, his teeth clenched. "That doesn’t mean I’d give a she-wolf fake merchandise! Now my reputation is completely destroyed."
"I never expected Sylvia to be so petty about it all. If you ask me, you shouldn’t have given her that money at all! Three years of service fees totaling over a hundred thousand? She must be desperate for cash!" Johnson complained.
Zane grew more agitated hearing this. For a moment, he wondered if Sylvia had truly done all those things for him during those three years.
The thought quickly vanished. She was pathetic, born to be subservient to men.
Nothing like Chloe, who remained gentle and resilient despite her poverty. Chloe would never sacrifice her dignity for money or love.
"Zane, Johnson was just looking out for you. He didn’t want you to be taken advantage of. Don’t be angry with him," Chloe said, biting her lip hesitantly. "But Ms. Sylvia’s little spectacle might affect the partnership between the Thorn Pack and Vertex. We should figure out how to minimize the damage."
Zane’s brow furrowed deeply.Any other time, this incident might have been manageable. But it had to happen right when the Vertex partnership was at a critical stage.
Johnson’s eyes lit up with an idea. "Brother, when you think about it, this is all Sylvia’s fault. I saw that she works at Frostline Enterprises. If they fired her, all this negative attention would naturally fade away."
In the construction industry, an employee fired from a major company would struggle to maintain any positive reputation.
Zane pressed his lips into a thin line. "That could work," he said coldly. "Her skills are mediocre anyway—she’s not worthy of Frostline Enterprises. The Vertex press conference is coming up soon, and I have connections at Frostline. I’ll send word."
Zane narrowed his eyes.
He hadn’t originally intended to make things difficult for Sylvia, but her persistent behavior had tested his patience. More importantly, he couldn’t let her antics jeopardize the upcoming partnership.
Besides, Sylvia was just an ordinary college graduate with no background or credentials. What use were good human university grades for an omega without pack recognition? He would teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget!
The next day, Sylvia returned to work.
To better secure the Vertex collaboration, she meticulously reviewed Vertex’s projects from recent years. A company’s architectural style rarely changes dramatically, so understanding Vertex’s historical design approach would help them win the project. freeweɓnøvel.com
After compiling and organizing the documents on Vertex’s architectural designs, Sylvia handed them to her superior and prepared to leave.
Her boss, however, called her back with narrowed eyes and a cold snort. "Is this what you call research?"
Sylvia looked confused but nodded.
The man threw the files to the floor. "Is this how you work at Frostline Enterprises? Your design concepts and references are completely mismatched! Frostline doesn’t need an employee like you. You’re fired!"
Fired?Sylvia raised an eyebrow.She bent to pick up the scattered papers and asked calmly, "Are you certain you’ve reviewed these materials thoroughly and still want to fire me?"
"This is nothing but fabrication!" Leo sneered with contempt. "I don’t care how you got into Frostline Enterprises, but you can leave now!"
Alpha Zane had told him this woman was just a poor college graduate who had become a lone wolf after being driven from her pack.
No family, no connections, no resume to speak of. He could treat her however he wanted!
Sylvia knew Leo was a company veteran who was used to throwing his weight around.
She just hadn’t expected him to mistake her for an ordinary graduate he could bully at will. If she truly were just a regular graduate, she might indeed have been fired by this supposed corporate executive today. Unfortunately for him, her last name was Frost. And Frostline Enterprises had no need for parasites like him.
"Fine," Sylvia said, looking at the man with amusement. "You can fire me, but the process must be proper, with clear justification. As long as all procedures are legal, I won’t linger."
"Rest assured, Frostline Enterprises always conducts its business with integrity," Leo scoffed mockingly.
Before leaving, Sylvia asked one final question: "Are you certain you won’t regret this?"
