Free Web NovelChapter 55: Chapter 55 Fate Mate
Caesar’s POV
As Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and unofficial king of all North American werewolves, anxiety was a rare visitor. Yet every time Sylvia Frost entered the equation, all my carefully constructed control frayed at the edges.
I dialed her number, my jaw tightening with each unanswered ring until the call disconnected. Unusual for Sylvia, who was typically prompt and professional even in her personal communications.
"Damn it, Sivi, pick up..." Frustration coiled inside me, rapidly shifting to something darker—fear. Sylvia wasn’t careless; something had to be seriously wrong.
My position as CEO of Vertex Industries afforded me many privileges, yet none of them meant a thing if I couldn’t keep safe what mattered most. And Sylvia was mine, even if she hadn’t fully accepted it yet. My wolf growled possessively beneath my skin, urging me to move faster.
"I’ll tear apart anyone who dares hurt you."
I turned without another word and stalked back to my Aston Martin, my fingers flying across the screen as I immediately called Dylan, my Beta. "I need eyes on the Frostline underground parking garage. Find Sylvia. Now."
"On it, Alpha," Dylan responded instantly, his professional tone a reassuring anchor amidst rising chaos.
While he worked, I hastily pulled out my laptop and began tracking Sylvia’s phone. I’d installed a discreet security app on her device months ago—not to spy, but to protect. The Frost heiress had countless enemies she wasn’t even aware existed yet.
I barely started pinpointing her location when Dylan’s mental link slammed into my consciousness, tension pulsing through every syllable.
"Alpha," Dylan’s voice was tight, barely masking the underlying panic, "I found footage. Luna Sylvia was taken. Four rogues forced her into a black van. They’re heading—"
"The west side warehouse district," I interrupted, recognizing the coordinates instantly. My chest tightened painfully, rage roaring to life with such intensity it nearly took my breath away. They dared touch what’s mine. I’ll bury them myself.
"Bring backup and alert local enforcement," I ordered sharply, forcing my voice to stay controlled. "But make it clear—no one moves in without my command."
"Understood."
I disconnected the call, my knuckles white against the steering wheel as I floored the accelerator, weaving through traffic with ruthless precision. Tonight, laws meant nothing; human rules had no power over a wolf protecting his mate.
Sylvia’s warmth, her smile—I couldn’t lose her now. I couldn’t.
My vision tinged crimson, the beast within me clawing desperately for release, craving the taste of blood and vengeance. Whoever dared to threaten Sylvia had unknowingly signed their death warrant.
Hold on, Sivi. I’m coming.
Sylvia’s POV
The warehouse reeked of rust, mold, and decay—a nauseating blend my wolf senses amplified tenfold. The rough ropes binding my wrists chafed deep into my skin, sending fiery jolts of pain radiating up my arms. But physical discomfort was nothing compared to the humiliation burning within my chest.
I, Sylvia Frost, heir to the Frostfang Pack, Alpha-born and raised to command, reduced to this—captured, bound, and powerless, the object of amusement for these contemptible rogues.
“Get your filthy hands off me,” I spat, my voice laced with venom as one of my captors stroked my arm with his greasy, calloused fingers. His touch sent a wave of revulsion rippling through my body.
Out of the corner of my eye, Leo stood smugly recording the whole ordeal on his phone, his twisted grin fueling my rage. Sunny stood by his side, eyes sparkling cruelly, her expression filled with spiteful triumph.
“Oh, Alpha Zane’s gonna love this,” Leo sneered maliciously. "Wonder how he’ll react to seeing his favorite little pet finally getting what she deserves."
At Zane’s name, fury surged like molten iron through my veins. Zane, the arrogant Alpha who couldn’t accept rejection, who refused to acknowledge that I’d walked away after enduring three years of his suffocating presence and ego-driven dominance.
Yet, even now, trapped and vulnerable, it wasn’t Zane who occupied my thoughts. It was Caesar.
Caesar, please... please find me. My internal plea was desperate, fueled by emotions I’d long tried to suppress.
“The little omega has quite the temper!” mocked another captor, grabbing roughly at my blouse and tearing it slightly, his laughter ringing in my ears.
“Hurry up,” Leo barked impatiently. “How difficult can it be to handle one woman?”
I fought violently against my restraints, feeling blood trickle warmly down my wrists. Pain ignited my wolf, awakening its strength. She was close—too close—to breaking free.
One captor noticed my bleeding wrists, concern flickering briefly in his eyes. “Hey, we should loosen those ropes—she’s bleeding too much.”
“Are you insane?” snapped another.
“Relax,” the first retorted arrogantly. “There’s four of us. What harm could she possibly do?”
After a brief hesitation, they loosened my restraints. As soon as I felt the ropes slacken, adrenaline surged, propelling my fist forward in a desperate swing.
But Leo intercepted my blow, gripping my wrist painfully tight. His eyes glittered with sadistic pleasure. “I knew you’d try something stupid,” he snarled, delivering a vicious slap across my face.
My head snapped sharply to the side, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth. Behind him, Sunny laughed cruelly, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse.
Slowly, I turned my head back toward Leo, allowing every ounce of hatred to burn in my eyes. For the briefest second, his bravado faltered, a hint of unease betraying his confidence. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
“What’s that look, sweetheart?” Leo taunted, raising his hand to strike again. “Still need some discipline?”
But his hand never connected. A powerful grip seized Leo’s wrist, twisting it mercilessly until he shrieked in pain. With a savage force, he was thrown across the room, crashing heavily into the rusted shelves.
“Touch her again, and it will be the last thing you ever do,” a voice thundered through the warehouse, sending electrifying chills down my spine.
There, standing between me and my tormentors, was Caesar. His imposing frame silhouetted by stark warehouse lights, his features were etched with a terrifying fury I’d never seen before. His eyes gleamed with a primal ferocity.
Our gazes locked, and something elemental and irrevocable shifted inside me. In that single, charged moment, my wolf recognized her mate—her protector. My heart surged painfully, filling with relief and fierce longing.
For the first time in years, I felt truly safe.
