Free Web NovelChapter 14: Chapter 14 Ms.Frost
Author’s POV
Sylvia stood still, seemingly composed—but the authority that rolled off her was far too potent for someone fresh out of university.
Leo’s brow furrowed as her last name echoed in his mind: Frost. A flicker of doubt passed through him.
Could she be connected to the Frostfang Pack?
But Selene Frost had never said anything to him. And just as quickly as it came, the thought vanished.
A sneer curved Leo’s lips. "Frostline Enterprises has no room for deadweight wolves like you."
Sylvia didn’t flinch. She simply gathered her things with quiet efficiency and walked out.
The termination notice was filed the same day.
When the project manager caught wind of it, he was stunned.
Others might not know her identity, but he did. She wasn’t just anyone—she was the Frostline heiress.
He stormed into Leo’s office, livid. "Do you have any idea who you just fired?! Sylvia Frost. You want to destroy your career?"
Leo scoffed. "She’s just a college grad. So what if her name’s Frost? That doesn’t make her royalty."
The manager opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by Leo’s sneering insinuation: "You’re awfully invested. Anyone would think you’ve got something going on with that little graduate."
The manager could only laugh bitterly. When the heiress strikes back, he won’t be the one bleeding. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Later, Leo made a call. "Alpha Zane, it’s done. Sylvia’s out of Frostline Enterprises."
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Following her dismissal, Sylvia was summoned back to Frostfang Pack by Alpha Astra.
Alpha Astra observed the unfolding drama with cold detachment. "I sent you to work in the company to gain experience, and you manage to get yourself fired? Sylvia, you truly disappoint me."
There wasn’t a trace of warmth in Alpha Astra’s eyes.
Sylvia wasn’t surprised by her mother’s all-business attitude, but she still felt an unexpected chill settle in her heart.
Nearby, Selene added with feigned helplessness: "Sylvia, you’re still too young. Your actions lack proper judgment."
"Leo has been with the company for years and is known for his accommodating temperament. If even he couldn’t tolerate you—Sylvia, is this what you’ve learned?" Alpha Astra’s words cut through the air.
Only then did Sylvia hand over the documents she’d prepared along with her research materials to Alpha Astra.
"This is evidence of Leo’s embezzlement and workplace sexual harassment, along with the materials I submitted to him," she explained, her tone measured. "I left because my dismissal sets the right example for the company, but Leo is not the good man you describe. He’s unfit to remain at Frostline."
Alpha Astra’s brow furrowed deeper as she examined the evidence.
Beside her, Selene bit her lip, her face paling.
What a fool Leo was to create such a mess!
After a long moment, Alpha Astra finally looked at Sylvia, her tone somewhat softer: "Leo has been with the company for many years and once saved your sister. I’ll have him removed in a few days, but let’s leave it at that."
Sylvia’s eyebrows drew together in concern.
Her mother had always been known for separating personal feelings from business matters. What Leo had done warranted banishment from any wolf pack, let alone just losing his job.
Alpha Astra seemed not to notice Sylvia’s reaction and continued: "Your sister’s health has improved considerably. She’ll be joining the company to help you. From now on, consult with Selene on important matters."
"Mother," Sylvia raised her eyes, her voice steady, "you taught me that failing to punish an abuser makes one complicit in their crimes."
Selene coughed delicately and said with apparent bitterness: "Sivi, Leo did save my life. Please, for my sake, let this go."
As Sylvia tried to respond, Alpha Astra cut her off coldly: "Enough. This matter is settled. Your primary focus now should be Vertex."
Meeting her mother’s displeased gaze, Sylvia pressed her lips together, saying nothing more.
But inside, her heart grew cold.
Her relationship with her mother had never been close, and her mother rarely made exceptions for anyone.
Except when it came to Selene’s matters—then, her mother always yielded.
Sometimes Sylvia wondered if she, the biological daughter, meant anything at all. Sylvia’s mood darkened considerably. freёweɓnovel.com
The moon cast a silver glow through the shopping district as Morgana dragged Sylvia from store to store, determined to find the perfect outfit for tomorrow’s Vertex meeting. Despite the day’s troubles, Sylvia found herself smiling at her friend’s enthusiasm.
"You need something that screams ’I’m a badass Alpha female who could buy this entire company if I wanted to,’" Morgana declared, holding up a sleek black dress against Sylvia.
Their laughter died when two familiar figures approached—Chloe clinging to Zane’s arm like a trophy.
Chloe’s lips curved into that practiced, saccharine smile. "Well, Ms. Sylvia seems in good spirits. Getting fired from Frostline Enterprises hasn’t dampened your shopping enthusiasm, I see."
Beside her, Morgana’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Her wolf bristled protectively as she processed what she’d just heard.
"What the actual hell? The heir to the Frostfang Pack was fired from Frostline Enterprises?" she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
Sylvia’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her gaze settling on Zane. Her voice was deceptively calm, the kind of calm that preceded a winter storm. "Your doing?"
"Someone with your lowly status should know their place," Zane sneered, his wolf’s dominance radiating from him in nauseating waves. "Sylvia, I never wanted to humiliate you. You brought this on yourself with your pathetic persistence."
As Sylvia’s longtime friend who’d witnessed the bizarre dynamic between them, Morgana rolled her eyes dramatically. Her protective instincts flared on behalf of her packmate.
"Are you mentally unstable?" Morgana snapped. "You’re like a piece of rancid meat that nobody wants, yet you keep forcing yourself into our space. My girl Sylvia couldn’t care less about you."
"Is that so?" Zane’s laugh was cold and brittle. "Accidentally running into me at restaurants, causing scenes in public, deliberately taking a job at Frostline Enterprises just to get my attention. Sylvia, you’re just desperate—unwanted goods throwing yourself at—"
Before he could finish, Sylvia moved with lightning speed, her foot connecting with his chest and sending him sprawling to the floor. The Alpha in her, suppressed for far too long, surged through her veins like liquid fire.
She bent down and delivered a series of precise punches—left jab, right cross—until Zane howled in pain.
Grabbing his collar, Sylvia pulled him close, her smile razor-sharp. "I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time."
Morgana beamed proudly from the sidelines. "Nice to see those kickboxing classes didn’t go to waste."
Pretending to be meek for so long had almost made Sylvia forget her training in martial arts. This—confrontation rather than submission—was her true nature. Her wolf howled in satisfaction deep within her.
Zane stumbled to his feet, his face swollen and bruised, eyes burning with malice.
"Sylvia—" He raised his hand to strike her.
Suddenly, a powerful grip caught his wrist mid-air.
Caesar effortlessly restrained Zane, though his intense gaze remained fixed on Sylvia. The power emanating from him was unmistakable—the aura of an Alpha among Alphas.
"Are you..." he began, his voice deep and controlled.
Sylvia met his gaze, suddenly self-conscious about her display of combat skills. Her wolf stirred with interest, recognizing something primal in him.
But Caesar simply smiled, raising an eyebrow appreciatively. "Is your hand okay? That looked like it hurt."
A flush of heat crept up Sylvia’s face. Her wolf practically preened under his approval.
Beside her, Morgana wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, clearly thrilled by the interaction.
Zane’s face contorted with rage and humiliation. "No wonder you got fired from Frostline Enterprises but can still afford shopping for gowns. You’ve already found another man to leech off of."
"The heir of the Thorne pack, Zane..." Caesar looked up, casually adjusting the platinum ring on his finger as he spoke with deliberate slowness. "So this is the caliber of wolf you truly are."
His tone conveyed nothing but mild disdain, as if Zane were barely worth acknowledging.
Zane’s anger flared instantly, but something about Caesar’s overwhelming presence made him hesitate. The wolf inside him recognized a superior predator.
Unable to gauge the stranger’s status or connections, Zane merely sneered, "Sylvia, don’t think I don’t see through your little game. Everything you’ve done was just to get my attention. Now that Frostline Enterprises has kicked you out, do you really think this man will support you forever?"
With that parting shot, he pulled Chloe along and stalked away.
Sylvia felt surprisingly light. The satisfaction of finally punching Zane had lifted the weight she’d been carrying.
Suddenly, Caesar’s intense gaze captured her attention.
"I will," he said simply.
Sylvia blinked in confusion.
"Sylvia," Caesar continued, his dark eyes softening with a hint of warmth, "if you want me to, I’ll take care of you for life."The mate bond between them hummed with potential.
Morgana made exaggerated expressions behind Caesar’s back, giving Sylvia enthusiastic thumbs-up signals.
Sylvia’s lips curved into a subtle smile. For all his reputation as a ruthless Wolf King, this man was surprisingly earnest.
Their shopping trip continued as a trio, with Caesar offering thoughtful opinions as Sylvia finally selected the perfect outfit for tomorrow.
Later that evening, they returned to Caesar’s penthouse. While he showered, Sylvia lounged on the sofa, texting Morgana.
"Sooo, babe, have you two done it yet? I need details! Length, depth, intensity—the whole package!" Morgana’s message read.
Sylvia nearly choked on her water, her face heating instantly.
"Single girls aren’t allowed to participate in adult conversations," she texted back, her fingers moving quickly.
Even with her bold personality, discussing intimate details about sleeping with Morgana’s cousin was beyond her comfort zone.
At that moment, Morgana sent a video link. "Family heirloom knowledge! This is my secret stash. Honey, premium specimens like my cousin don’t stay available for long! Grab him while you can!"
Sylvia raised an eyebrow, uncertain about Morgana’s intentions. She clicked play, and immediately a woman’s sultry voice filled the room.
Just then, the bathroom door slid open.
Caesar stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was sculpted perfection—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, droplets of water still trailing down his chest and disappearing beneath the towel.
Combined with his devastatingly handsome face, the sight was utterly mesmerizing. Her wolf stirred with primal interest, recognizing her true mate even if Sylvia’s human side remained oblivious.
And to her mortification, the explicit video was still playing loudly.
Sylvia silently cursed Morgana as she scrambled to close the video, but Caesar was already approaching.
"You sound better than she does," he murmured, pinning her against the couch, his lips curving into a slow smile. "Also, I apologize if I’ve been neglecting my mate’s needs."
