Free Web NovelChapter 33: Chapter 33 Fight
Sylvia’s POV
Zane’s grip was bruising, his fingers digging into my flesh with all the subtlety of a trap snapping shut. "Let go! Zane, you’re—disgusting!" My voice tore out hoarse, echoing through the cold, gleaming confines of the underground parking garage. I tried to twist my wrist free.
From the darkness at the edge of the garage, I caught a flicker of movement. Leo. Of course. Zane wasn’t stupid enough to come here alone. I saw the glint of a phone in Leo’s hand, recording every humiliating second. Zane had planned this—wanted evidence he could twist into a weapon. Proof he could dangle in front of anyone who might doubt his hold over me, anyone questioning his narrative.
His laugh was like poison. "You think you can outsmart me, Sylvia? I’m going to make sure Frostline Enterprises sees you for what you are. This is what happens when you mess with me."
He yanked at the neckline of my sweater, greedy fingers fumbling for a better grip. But before he could tear the fabric, a hard, stunning force knocked him away.
I stumbled back, breathless. A broad-shouldered presence stepped between us, his scent filling my starved lungs. Warmth settled over my skin as a heavy suit jacket wrapped my shoulders, shielding me from the worst of my trembling and from Leo’s invasive lens. I barely registered the world, clinging to that hint of sanctuary.
Caesar Conrad.
His arm came around me, steady and unmovable as stone. "Are you alright?" His voice was soft, but it rumbled with quiet authority that demanded respect.
I nodded, barely. My body was coiled with the urge to fight. I wanted to snap Zane’s bones—wanted the world to see who was truly strong—but I made myself breathe. In. Out. I drew on ice-cold steel inside me and met Zane’s glare with frost.
Zane scrambled upright, fury morphing into something sharper as he finally recognized Caesar. His gaze flickered suspiciously, scanning the other man. I could read his thoughts in every twitch of his jaw—he’d never thought I could land someone better, never imagined I could walk away and mean it.
He scoffed, the sound more bark than laughter. "Seriously, Sylvia? This is your new mate? Did your ’sponsor’ know you like to sleep with the help?"
The contempt on Zane’s face was so over-the-top it almost made me laugh. I pressed Caesar’s jacket tighter around myself, refusing to let any pain or shame show. I wanted Zane to see I was unbreakable. "Funny. For someone who can’t keep a mate, you spend way too much time obsessing over mine," I shot back, my tone cool and deliberate.
Caesar’s hand slid reassuringly down my back, grounding me. He stepped forward, dismissing Zane with a glance that could have frozen hell. "She doesn’t have to answer to you. You think you can hurt her and just walk away?"
Zane snorted, chin raised like he still believed he owned everything around him. "You gonna throw hands over a piece of ass, man? You think I care? Maybe you two deserve each other. Tell me, Sylvia—" he sneered, "—does your sugar daddy know how many men you let take care of you?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Before I could let my rage boil over, Caesar’s hand pressed gently to my lower arm. "I got this," he murmured, low enough for only me to hear.
The next second, Caesar’s fist crashed into Zane’s jaw with precision. The bone-crunching thud was almost satisfying, a lightning strike—clean, honest, well-deserved. Zane went flying off the fender of a black SUV and crumpled to the concrete, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
I exhaled, something hot and dangerous uncoiling in my chest. Relief. Hell, pure satisfaction.
"Don’t ever lay a hand on her again," Caesar said, each word sharp as a blade, his Alpha command thrumming beneath the surface. "That was your only warning."
Behind us, Leo was gone—vanished, ghost-quick, the moment his precious Alpha hit the ground.
Zane propped himself up, lip curled over his teeth, blood streaking his chin. He barely managed to glare at Caesar, false bravado holding his battered body together by sheer will. "You think you can get away with this?" he spat. "Do you even know who I am?"
I watched, pulse steady for the first time in years. I pulled Caesar’s jacket close, refusing to step away, refusing to flinch. "You keep talking like you run the world, Zane, but all I hear is a spoiled brat squealing for his mama."
Zane’s glare darkened. He clawed his phone from his coat, jabbing at the screen. "You’re both screwed. I’ll call the cops. You think this ends with a punch? You’re going to pay for ever crossing me—both of you!"
Caesar stepped in close, a flash of fangs in his smile as he loomed over Zane’s crumpled figure. His voice was ice-cold, deadly calm. "If you ever try this again, you won’t leave this garage in one piece. Do you understand?"
I wiped the back of my hand across my lips, watching Zane crumpled on the ground with his phone clutched to his ear. The parking garage echoed with his shouting as he called the police.
"You pretty boy!" he snarled at Caesar, spittle flying from his bloodied lip. "Do you have any fucking clue who I am? You’re going to rot in a cell tonight!"
Zane was spinning everything to the dispatcher, painting himself as the innocent victim while conveniently forgetting how he’d tried to rip my clothes off moments earlier. I caught fragments of his one-sided conversation—"unprovoked assault," "fearing for my life," "need officers immediately."
When he hung up, he remained seated on the concrete, a vicious smile twisting his face as blood trickled from his nose.
"Police are on their way," he sneered, eyes flickering between Caesar and me. "So, Sylvia, you like keeping pretty boy toys now? I can’t wait to see how you’ll try to protect him. Even your family’s money can’t buy off the police that fast."
His laugh was ugly as sin, face contorted with malice. Yet beside me, Caesar remained impossibly composed. He pulled out his phone, typed a brief message, then slipped it back into his pocket, his expression giving away nothing as we waited.
The police arrived with surprising speed, their cruisers’ lights bathing the garage walls in flashes of red and blue. Two officers stepped out, hands resting casually near their holsters.
Zane scrambled to his feet, suddenly animated as he pointed accusingly at us. "Officers! It’s them—this woman ordered her boyfriend to attack me! Look at my face!" He gestured dramatically at his swelling jaw. "She’s the mastermind, and this pretty boy is her accomplice. Lock them both up!"
The officers exchanged glances after listening to his rant. One of them looked me over briefly, then reached for something on his belt.
My heart pounded like a drum as I prepared to explain—but to my shock, the officer pulled out handcuffs and approached Zane instead.
"Wait—what the hell are you doing?" Zane’s voice shot up an octave as the officer secured the cuffs around his wrists. "There’s been a mistake! I’m the one who called you!"
"You’ll figure out the mistake at the station," the officer replied curtly, guiding a struggling Zane toward the exit. "Stop resisting and come quietly."
"This is insane!" Zane shouted, twisting his head to glare at us over his shoulder. "I’m the victim here! Do you know who I am?!"
The second officer merely pushed him forward. "Save it for the station, sir. Move along."
I stood frozen, Caesar’s jacket still draped over my shoulders, watching as they hauled Zane away. When the police car doors slammed shut, I finally exhaled.
"What just happened?" I whispered, still completely stunned. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Caesar’s expression remained neutral as he guided me toward his car, his hand warm and steady against the small of my back. "Let’s go home first."
Inside his luxury SUV, he leaned across me to secure my seatbelt. I studied his profile as he started the engine, questions buzzing through my mind.
The police wouldn’t know the Wolf King’s true identity—what the hell kind of pull does he have to make them immediately side with us?
"You..." I began, not sure how to phrase what I wanted to ask.
The tires screeched against the asphalt as Caesar suddenly braked, the car lurching to a halt. His expression remained controlled, but something dangerous flickered behind his eyes—a glimpse of the predator beneath the polished exterior.
"What is it?" he asked, voice deceptively calm.
I shook my head, suddenly uncertain. "Nothing," I murmured, reaching for the door handle. Perhaps I was overthinking everything.
We walked side by side toward the building, the night air cooling my heated skin. The wolf inside me still paced restlessly, not fully settled after the confrontation.
"Thank you," I finally said, breaking the silence between us. "For what you did back there."
"Never corner a rabid dog," Caesar replied, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "Men like him deserve what they get. He’ll spend a few days locked up, at least."
His eyes were distant, cold as winter frost, yet the set of his jaw betrayed carefully controlled rage. The power radiating from him made my wolf whimper in recognition of something primal and untamed.
Back at the apartment, I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the evening’s ugliness. When I emerged wrapped in my robe, Caesar was already asleep.
I watched him for a moment. Even in sleep, a slight furrow remained between his brows. Without thinking, I reached out, my fingertips gently tracing that line on his forehead. His skin burned against mine, the contact sending an electric jolt through my body that made my breath catch.
My Alpha Caesar was devastatingly beautiful, even unconscious. All sharp angles and powerful lines, a predator even in repose.
"Male siren," I muttered under my breath, settling beside him on the bed, my wolf curling contentedly closer to his warmth.
As I drifted toward sleep, a part of me wondered what strings this mysterious man had pulled to have Zane hauled away instead of us. The depth of his influence both thrilled and set me on edge.
I should have been frightened by his power.
Instead, my treacherous body hummed with something far more dangerous—pure, undeniable desire.
