Free Web NovelChapter 31: Chapter 31 Drunk
Sylvia’s POV
I leaned back against the leather seat, feeling the gentle vibration of the Maybach beneath me. The city lights streaked past the tinted windows like shooting stars.
"Where could we possibly be going this late?" I asked, my voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
Caesar’s lips curved into that mysterious smile that always made my wolf stir. His hands rested confidently on the steering wheel as he glanced at me.
"A friend of mine opened a racing track up in the mountains," he said, his deep voice filling the car’s interior. "Would you like to experience it? The view there at night is breathtaking—you can see the entire city lit up below."
I froze for a moment, then felt a spark of excitement ignite within me. My inner wolf practically howled with anticipation, desperate for the thrill after years of suppressing her true nature. freeweɓnovel.cøm
"Street racing? Really?" I sat up straight, unable to contain my enthusiasm. Memories of my wilder days flooded back—before I’d tried to reshape myself into the perfect omega for Zane.
"I used to race all the time in college with friends," I admitted, feeling oddly vulnerable sharing this piece of my past. "But once work took over, I rarely found the time anymore."
Caesar’s eyes lit up at my response, and his hand briefly left the steering wheel to squeeze mine. "Perfect timing then. Tonight, you can relive those feelings," he said, increasing the speed slightly as we headed toward the mountain road. His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "I want to see the real Sylvia—not the one you’ve been pretending to be."
The night breeze drifted through the half-open windows, carrying the cool mountain air that swept away our exhaustion from the long day. My wolf reveled in the freedom, stretching beneath my skin after being caged for so long.
Soon, the sleek black Maybach glided to a smooth stop at the parking area of the mountaintop racing track. The scent of rubber, gasoline, and mountain pine filled my nostrils, awakening something primal inside me.
Caesar exited first, his movements fluid and powerful. He circled around to my side, opening my door with that natural elegance that seemed effortless for him. As I stepped out, his hand found the small of my back—a possessive yet gentle gesture that made my breath catch.
A man in casual black attire approached us. He had refined features and an elegant, scholarly demeanor that contrasted with the rugged setting. Despite his calm appearance, my wolf immediately recognized him as an Alpha—not as dominant as Caesar, but powerful nonetheless.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up," the man said with a knowing smile. "And you’ve actually brought your mate this time? I’m shocked."
His gaze settled on me, assessing me with careful consideration that made my spine straighten instinctively. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"The rumors don’t do her justice—she’s even more beautiful in person."
I glanced at Caesar with confusion, silently questioning him about this stranger who seemed to know far too much about me. Caesar’s hand tightened around mine reassuringly, his lips curving into a proud smile that made my heart flutter.
"This is Ethan White, Alpha of the Golden Pack and a friend of mine," Caesar introduced smoothly. The pride in his voice when he continued made my inner wolf preen. "Ethan, this is my luna, Sylvia."
I noticed he didn’t hesitate or qualify the term "luna," even though we hadn’t completed the bond. The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, extending his hand toward me with a smile that held both curiosity and respect.
"Luna Sylvia, it’s an honor to finally meet you. Caesar has mentioned you... frequently. Seeing you in person proves he wasn’t exaggerating."
I accepted his handshake politely, maintaining the calm dignity expected of an Alpha’s mate—of a true Alpha herself.
"Alpha White, the pleasure is mine," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the strange realization that Caesar had been discussing me with his friends.
Ethan withdrew his hand but his gaze lingered, studying me with undisguised interest. "I can’t believe Caesar kept you hidden away for so long. We were beginning to think you were just a figment of his imagination."
"That’s enough," Caesar interrupted, his tone light but with an underlying Alpha command that even Ethan respected. "We came to race, not stand around chatting."
"Everything’s ready," Ethan assured him, falling into step behind us as Caesar guided me toward the track.
I could feel Ethan’s eyes occasionally dropping to our intertwined hands, a knowing smile playing on his lips. After selecting a sleek red race car that called to my inner wolf, I caught Caesar watching me with intense eyes through his helmet visor.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.
"Absolutely," I replied, feeling truly alive for the first time in years.
When the whistle blew, we launched forward simultaneously. The red car responded to my touch like an extension of my body, cutting through the night like lightning. I took each curve with precision, muscle memory returning as though I’d never stopped racing.
The wind howled past my helmet, whipping at my clothes and stirring something primal in my chest. This was freedom—this was the real me. Not the meek omega who’d dimmed herself for Zane’s comfort, but the fierce Alpha heir to the Frostfang Pack.
Caesar didn’t hold back, pushing his car to match mine curve for curve. His skill was impressive, but my years of practice before my self-imposed exile gave me an edge. On the final straightaway, I seized my moment, executing a perfect overtaking maneuver that sent my red car sailing past the finish line mere seconds before his.
I pulled off my helmet as we stopped, my hair tumbling free around my shoulders. Exhilaration coursed through me, making my eyes bright and my cheeks flushed.
"I won!" I called out, my voice carrying a note of triumph and wild abandon that I’d suppressed for too long.
Caesar removed his helmet too, striding toward me with a look of admiration that made my heart race faster than any car could. His eyes gleamed with something primal and possessive.
"I concede defeat," he said, his voice carrying a note of pride rather than disappointment.
Ethan approached, laughing appreciatively. "Luna Sylvia, with skills like that, you’re wasting your talent not being a professional racer!"
His exaggerated compliment made me laugh genuinely—another thing I hadn’t done much of lately. "I’m not that good. Just drawing on old habits from a past life."
A life before Zane. Before I’d started changing everything about myself to become someone’s perfect mate. The thought brought a momentary shadow to my mood, but the fresh mountain air seemed to blow it away. I’d cut my losses just in time.
After a short rest, the three of us headed to the observation deck at the summit. The sprawling cityscape below was breathtaking—millions of lights twinkling like earthbound stars against the darkness.
Ethan had his staff bring out beer and barbecue, and as the night progressed, both Ethan and I drank perhaps a bit more than we should have. The alcohol loosened something in me, allowing me to laugh and talk freely without constantly monitoring my behavior as I had for years.
Caesar, ever responsible, remained mostly sober. He arranged for his assistant to drive Ethan home first before taking me back to my place.
When we arrived outside my door, Caesar lifted me from the car with effortless strength, one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. The contact sent waves of warmth through my body despite the cool night air.
I swayed slightly as he set me down, my vision pleasantly blurred at the edges and my cheeks flushed with alcohol and exhilaration. I looked up at him, suddenly aware of how close we were standing, how his scent enveloped me completely.
Caesar’s POV
Her body was fucking intoxicating—warm, pliant, and so goddamn responsive under my hands. Sylvia arched against me, her breath hitching as my fingers traced the curve of her waist, possessive and rough. She was drunk, loose-limbed and reckless, and it was taking every ounce of my control not to pin her to the nearest surface and claim her right fucking now.
"Mmm... you’re so big everywhere."
Her voice was a slurred purr, her fingers dragging down my chest like she was mapping every inch of me. My cock throbbed, aching with the need to bury itself inside her. She rolled her hips, grinding against me, and I nearly lost it.
"Bet you could fuck me against this wall and make me scream your name."
A growl tore from my throat. "Careful what you ask for, Sivi." My teeth grazed her ear, sharp enough to make her shiver. "When I take you, it won’t be when you’re too drunk to remember every filthy thing I do to that pretty little cunt of yours."
I hauled her up into my arms, her legs locking around my waist like she was made to cling to me. The heat of her pressed against my stomach, already slick and desperate. "Fuck, you’re dripping for me already," I snarled, kicking the bedroom door open with one brutal shove.
I dropped her onto the bed, watching her sprawl across the sheets, flushed and panting. "Last chance to behave," I warned, my fingers hooking under the hem of her dress, dragging it up just enough to tease.
She whimpered, arching into my touch, and I smirked. "That’s what I thought."
Then—fucking pack business—my phone buzzed like a goddamn betrayal. I glanced at the screen, jaw clenching. "Stay right there," I ordered, my voice rough with restraint. "This won’t take long."
But as I turned, I caught her reflection in the mirror—her lips parted, her eyes wide with something that looked too much like hurt. Like she thought I was walking away for someone else.
My wolf snarled inside me.
When I got back, I’d make sure she never doubted again. I’d ruin her for anyone else, mark her so deep she’d never forget who owned her.
And then I’d make her scream my name until she couldn’t speak.
