Free Web NovelChapter 207: Chapter 207 Blood in Paris
Caesar’s POV
The night air carried the metallic tang of blood and fear as I stood outside the abandoned warehouse. Paris might be the city of lights, but the shadows run just as deep here as anywhere else.
I took a long drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling into the cool night. Two days away from Sylvia felt like an eternity. My wolf, Midnight, paced restlessly within me, longing for our mate’s scent and touch. But this mess with John Sinclair’s loyalists required my personal attention—these fools who thought they could challenge the Blood Moon hierarchy now that rumors of our weakened bloodline had begun to spread.
Dylan stood beside me, his posture alert despite the late hour. The moonlight caught the silver threads in his dark hair—battle scars from years of loyal service.
"Alpha, these are all the ones who supported John," he said, nodding toward the warehouse. "Since we took him, they’ve been increasingly agitated. Our intelligence suggests they’re planning something significant—possibly an alliance with the Northwestern territories."
I narrowed my eyes. The Northwestern territories were under William Blackwood’s control. If they were involved, this rebellion ran deeper than I’d initially thought. freēwēbnovel.com
"How certain are you about Northwestern’s involvement?" I asked, voice deceptively calm.
Dylan shifted his weight. "Not completely certain, but there have been unusual communications between their Beta and these men. We thought it best to let them believe they had the upper hand while we gathered more information."
I responded with a noncommittal "hmm," my fingers shifting slightly around my cigarette. Dylan immediately understood my unspoken command—a language we’d developed over decades of working together.
"Would you like me to contact William directly?" Dylan asked, his tone carefully neutral.
"No." My voice cut through the night air. "If William is testing my strength, he’ll get his answer soon enough."
Inside the warehouse, a dozen men were being held—all John’s supporters who’d grown bold in my brief absence. I could smell their fear from here, sour and pungent.
"Keep it clean," I instructed, dropping my nearly finished cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath my Italian leather boot. "But make sure the message is clear. Blood Moon territory is not up for negotiation."
I walked toward the exit. Behind me, muffled whimpers and desperate pleas for mercy filled the warehouse as Dylan’s team went to work.
Pausing at the doorway, I turned my face slightly. "Keep the noise down."
One of the men inside screamed as Dylan’s second-in-command approached him, silver dagger in hand.
My eyes flashed crimson in the darkness. "I said," my voice dropped to a dangerous whisper that nevertheless carried throughout the entire space, "keep it down."
The warehouse fell silent immediately, even the whimpering stopped. My wolf’s dominance washed over the room like an invisible tide, suffocating in its power. Even Dylan’s men lowered their gazes instinctively.
Without another glance back, I stepped outside into the cool Parisian night. The Wolf King doesn’t need to witness the punishment of traitors—my orders were enough.
Minutes later, Dylan joined me, lighting another cigarette and placing it between my fingers with practiced efficiency.
"All taken care of?" I asked casually, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Dylan nodded, his eyes still reflecting a hint of the violence he’d orchestrated inside. "Everything’s handled perfectly clean, Alpha. Just as you ordered. The message will spread through the European packs by morning."
"And John?"
"Still secure in our Vienna facility. He’s been... cooperative since our last conversation."
"We’re heading back," I decided, irritation flaring within me. Because of these insignificant pests, I’d been forced to spend two days away from Sylvia.
Damn nuisances. They’d become too troublesome.
"The jet is ready whenever you are, Alpha," Dylan confirmed, checking his watch. "We’ll be back in the States by morning."
I returned on the third day, exactly as promised. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
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The private jet touched down just after midnight. As Dylan handled the final arrangements with our Paris team, I checked my phone. Sylvia had sent me a text about Zoe’s cooking, which brought an unexpected smile to my face.
"You look different when you think about her," Dylan observed, joining me in the cabin.
I slipped the phone into my pocket. "Report."
Dylan sighed but complied, recognizing my deflection. "The rumors are spreading faster than we anticipated. Three packs in the Northeast have already reached out to test the waters, asking about territorial expansions that would never have been considered six months ago."
I drummed my fingers against the leather armrest. "And Frostfang Pack?"
"Alpha Astra hasn’t made any public moves yet, but our sources say she’s called three emergency council meetings this week alone. She’s consolidating power, bringing old allies back into the fold."
The mate bond pulled uncomfortably in my chest. Sylvia was caught in the middle of a power struggle she didn’t yet fully understand. The alliance between Blood Moon and Frostfang would be vital in the coming months, but I hadn’t been entirely truthful about my intentions.
"You need to tell her everything," Dylan said quietly. "About Vertex, about the true state of the Blood Moon bloodline, about what’s coming. "
I closed my eyes, remembering how Sylvia had stood between me and danger at the factory incident, her small frame fierce and protective despite knowing nothing about my true power. My wolf had nearly broken through my control then, overwhelmed by the primal urge to both protect her and claim her completely.
"Not yet," I decided. "My plans could potentially put Vertex directly at odds with Frostline Enterprises. I need to understand Alpha Astra’s position first."
"And if Alpha Astra chooses to side against us?" Dylan’s voice was careful, measured.
I met his gaze steadily. "Then Sylvia will have to make a choice."
"You’re afraid she’ll choose her pack over you," Dylan stated, not a question.
I didn’t answer, but my silence was confirmation enough.
"She’s your mate, Caesar. The bond—"
"The bond doesn’t guarantee loyalty," I cut him off, my voice suddenly sharp. "It didn’t stop my mother from betraying my father when the Hunters came. It didn’t stop generations of mates from choosing power over love. The history of our kind is written in the blood of betrayal, Dylan."
Dylan looked troubled. "Sylvia isn’t like that. I’ve watched her—she defends you even when you’re not there to see it."
"Every Alpha says that about their mate until they’re proven wrong," I replied, standing as the plane came to a complete stop. "We’ll land the Austrian deal first, then I’ll tell her everything."
"And if someone else tells her first? Helena—"
"Helena knows better than to cross me," I interrupted, my voice cold. "Her little infatuation doesn’t give her the right to interfere in Blood Moon affairs."
I straightened my crimson shirt beneath my black coat. "Then I’ll handle it. As I always do."
As we disembarked, my phone vibrated with another message from Sylvia: *Are you coming home tonight?*
Home. The word sent an unfamiliar warmth through me. I’d had properties, territories—but never a home.
Three simple words in response: *On my way, Sivi.*
My wolf stirred inside me, eager to return to its mate. Soon, I promised it. Soon, all the pieces would fall into place, and nothing would threaten what was mine.
The Wolf King was returning to his Queen, and heaven help anyone who stood in our way.
