Free Web NovelChapter 40: Chapter 40 Ms.Frost
Zane’s POV
I narrowed my eyes, watching Sylvia’s back as she walked away. The memory of her on her knees, begging for my mercy, sent a thrill through me. Sylvia, let’s see how long you can keep up that icy act. Pretty soon, you’ll be utterly ruined—and I’ll enjoy every second of it.
I headed into the private lounge, rubbing my hands together, anticipation thrumming in my veins. Sliding up to my buddy, I grinned, "So, where’s Ms. Frost? Didn’t she say she’d show up? Haven’t seen her yet."
With Ms. Frost, you always expect a grand entrance. That’s how these heiresses are—always craving an audience.
My friend clapped me on the shoulder. "Relax. Everything’s in place. I’ve got somewhere to be, but take plenty of pictures and send them to me later."
As he walked out, I called after him, "Appreciate it, man. Once I get Ms. Frost, you’ll definitely get your share of the spoils."
Right then, Morgana was standing nearby and shot me a withering look, letting out a cold laugh. What an idiot—I bet she thought. She didn’t even bother to hide her sarcasm. "Really, Zane? Aren’t you already attached? Or is cheating just your thing? Maybe you’re just addicted to drama."
I grinned, unfazed. "You don’t get it. Women love a man with a wild streak. Trust me, Ms. Frost can’t resist a guy like me."
After that, I strode into the main hall, scanning the crowd with a mocking smile, waiting for Ms. Frost to finally show up. I licked my lips, the anticipation building. But as time slipped by, she was nowhere in sight.
People around me started murmuring.
"Where’s Ms. Frost?"
"She’s running late. You think she’s bailing?"
And just then, Sylvia appeared, arm in arm with Morgana, making her entrance like she owned the place.
These Howling Peaks gatherings were a monthly ritual for the city’s young elites—a prime place for networking, showing off, and maneuvering for a shot at the Vertex project. People huddled in little groups, whispering, strategizing—everyone wanted in on the action, but no one had an easy path.
Someone across the room spotted Sylvia and hollered, "Hey, isn’t that Alpha Zane’s ex? Word is, she’s got quite the wild reputation lately..."
Instantly, the whole crowd zeroed in on her. Everyone looked ready for a show.
"Wow, desperate enough to beg for a second chance in public?" someone snickered.
Sylvia frowned, clearly sizing up the room. Most of these people were spoiled brats who probably had no clue she was the Frostfang Pack’s second daughter. But painting her as some pathetic ex? That was crossing a line. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
A girl giggled behind her hand. "Honestly, how did she even get in here? Zane, you’re not still hung up on your ex, are you?"
I shrugged, feigning indifference. "She’s just an omega. I was being generous back then, nothing more."
Someone else chimed in, "Showing up at a party like this dressed like that? Yikes, Zane, your taste is slipping."
I grabbed a glass of champagne, taking another look at Sylvia. The more I thought about it, the less sense it made. What was she doing here? This crowd wasn’t her style. Unless... she was here to beg for another shot with me.
Makes sense.
I sneered, "As if I’d want her back. When we were together, she was just desperate for a leg up."
"Guess our Alpha Zane got bored of his lapdog," someone joked.
Sylvia’s eyes flashed, cold and sharp. "You might want to watch what you say. Words have a way of coming back to bite."
"Oh please, what are you going to do?" one of the rich girls taunted, eyes glinting with disdain. "We’re from real families. You’re just a pretty face. Don’t think you can climb back up just because you look exotic. You’re out of your league here."
That stung—well, for her, anyway. I just raised my chin, letting the attention wash over me.
Then Sylvia lifted her hand, the diamond ring on her finger catching the light. "I’m married now. I won’t tolerate any slander."
Her voice was calm, but every word carried a chill.
Someone snorted, "Who’d want to marry Zane’s castoff? Who’s that desperate—?"
Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the noise from the entrance.
"Who dares to insult my wife?"
Sylvia’s POV
I hadn’t even processed the last poisonous line from Zane when a familiar presence sliced through the noise like a blade. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
I turned sharply.
Caesar.
He was striding toward me, framed by the soft amber light of the chandelier above the grand hall entrance. Sharp suit. Broad shoulders. Those deadly, narrowed eyes radiating a calm, practiced menace.
Before I could react, he pulled me firmly into his arms.
"Anyone else dares to spread lies about my mate—I’ll make sure the law is the least of their problems."
His voice was smooth, controlled—but the warning in it could chill blood. His warmth enveloped me, the scent of cedar and smoke from his cologne grounding me.
My chest clenched involuntarily.
Just like that, half my resistance melted.
The crowd had gone utterly silent.
No one seemed to know who he was—but they knew enough to shut up. Caesar’s presence didn’t just command attention—it demanded it. Even the entitled brats and high-ranking Alphas instinctively backed off. And gods, that face...
They were all thinking the same thing: How the hell did an omega like her land someone like him?
Zane, of course, couldn’t handle the loss of the spotlight.
He scoffed, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "What’s this? Your pretty boy handler? You think this little display is gonna impress anyone on our turf?"
Caesar turned his head, ever so slightly. His gaze cut through the room like a blade.
"Oh?"
Just one word—but Zane flinched.
Still, he puffed up his chest like a peacock. "Do you even know who I am? I’m about to become Ms. Frost’s fiancé. So unless you want to end up crawling out of here, I suggest you beg for mercy."
Caesar tilted his head, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. But the smile never reached his eyes.
At the mention of Ms. Frost, something in his expression darkened.
His gaze flicked back to me for a beat—and I ducked my head instinctively. Oh no. He knew Zane had no idea who I really was.
Then Caesar looked back at Zane, voice like velvet wrapped around a dagger.
"You can be whoever you want, but speak another word about my wife, and I’ll make sure you disappear—so completely that not even your own pack will remember your name."
Gasps rippled through the guests.
Caesar continued, unhurried. "As far as I’m aware, Alpha Zane is the one who was dumped, not the other way around. Or is that what’s bothering you? That you couldn’t have her, so now you’re trying to ruin her?"
Zane’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Caesar’s eyes glinted with something glacial, his aura expanding until it filled the entire room. Zane stood frozen, rooted in place, unable to meet his gaze.
I gave a small, theatrical sigh, loud enough for the vultures around us to hear. "Also, maybe stop spreading that delightful little rumor about me being... ‘ruined.’" I fluttered my lashes, voice thick with irony. "Because if you really must know, we never got that far. You were the one who couldn’t deliver."
The color drained from Zane’s face.
"You filthy—"
CRACK.
My palm collided with his cheek before he could finish.
It was loud. Satisfying. And very, very public.
Zane staggered back, stunned. One second he looked ready to lunge. The next, he caught Caesar’s gaze again—and froze.
Coward.
"I suggest you leave," Caesar said, his voice deceptively calm.
Zane sputtered, rage coiling in his eyes, but he backed off. "You’ll regret this," he spat. "Both of you."
He turned and stormed off, tail between his legs.
The tension broke like glass. Everyone exhaled at once. But all eyes were now glued to Caesar—curious, hungry, assessing. Especially the debutantes. Some looked like they might faint.
I even heard someone whisper, "He looks familiar... Do you think he’s one of the High Alphas?"
They weren’t entirely wrong.
But Caesar ignored them all. He turned back to me, brows slightly furrowed, voice suddenly softer. "Are you alright?"
I nodded, still catching my breath. I wasn’t someone who went down easy—but having Caesar here... the moment he walked in, all the static, all the tension, just dissolved.
I gave him a look. "Morgana told you, didn’t she?"
He nodded. "She had to leave. I figured I’d make sure you got out of here without setting anyone on fire."
He slipped off his coat and draped it over my shoulders before adding, "Want to stay, or go home?"
"Home. Please," I said.
We walked out together, side by side, ignoring the sea of stares like it didn’t exist.
Just before we reached the doors, something prickled the back of my neck.
I stopped and turned.
Someone was watching. The air shifted.
Caesar noticed too, pausing beside me. "What is it?" he asked, voice quiet.
My eyes scanned the shadows.
There. A flicker—quick, deliberate, gone in an instant.
"I don’t know," I murmured. "But I think we’re being watched."
