Free Web NovelChapter 56: Chapter 56 I Want You
Caesar’s POV
I could smell the fear and violence in the air before I even entered the building. My wolf was already snarling beneath my skin, claws itching to break free. But nothing prepared me for what I saw when I stepped into that dingy room.
My mate—my Sylvia—stood surrounded by human filth, her clothes torn and a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Something primal and savage broke loose inside me. My vision edged with crimson as the predator within me rose to the surface. Three years I’d watched her from afar, respected her choice to pursue that unworthy Stoneclaw Alpha. Three years of holding back the claiming urge that had nearly driven me mad since the moment I first caught her scent.
But this? This was unforgivable.
I caught Sylvia’s eyes first, sending her a silent promise of safety before turning my attention to the vermin circling her. Two swift kicks sent the closest ones sprawling across the filthy floor.
"This man—how did he get in?" the ringleader sputtered when he finally found his voice. "Don’t back down! He’s just one guy!"
One guy? I almost laughed. I was Caesar Conrad, Supreme Alpha of all North American packs, ruler of Blood Moon territory, and CEO of Vertex—the most powerful werewolf alliance in the modern world. And they were dead men walking.
I moved with supernatural speed, delivering a precisely aimed kick toward the leader’s groin. The pathetic excuse for a man barely rolled away in time, spared from complete destruction by mere inches.
"Who the hell are you?" he dared to speak again. "Why are you even here? That bitch is in my territory now. She’s mine."
Leo. That was his name. I’d already memorized everything about him from the reports my Betas had gathered. This time I didn’t miss. My boot connected with devastating force, and his howl of pain sent a wave of satisfaction through my wolf.
The other two lowered their eyes, backing away.
"We were just following orders, man," one stammered.
The other foolishly added, "Besides, the lady’s got quite the temper. We couldn’t even touch—"
I silenced him with another kick before he could finish the lie. My expression remained cold, detached. "Enjoy prison," I stated flatly as police sirens wailed outside.
Then I turned my attention to what truly mattered. In three strides, I was at Sylvia’s side, lifting her into my arms. She felt so small against my chest, so fragile despite being an Alpha’s daughter. The fierce protector in me raged at seeing her like this.
"I’m sorry, Sivi," I whispered, "I was too late."
Sylvia’s lips curved into a weak smile as she shook her head, absolving me of guilt I didn’t deserve. Even with dirt smudging her face and her clothes in tatters, she was breathtaking. I felt her tension dissolve the moment I held her, and my wolf howled in satisfaction. She knew. On some level, her instincts recognized what her conscious mind didn’t yet understand—she was mine. My true mate. freewebnovel.cσ๓
From the corner of my eye, I spotted the woman—Sunny—trying to escape through the back door. Without setting Sylvia down, I kicked a loose stone across the room with perfect precision, striking the back of Sunny’s knee. She collapsed with a yelp.
I carried Sylvia outside, wrapping my suit jacket around her shoulders. She curled against my chest, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. My Beta, Dylan, was waiting with the police as instructed.
"Alpha Caesar, I brought the authorities as ordered," he reported, eyes widening slightly at the sight of Sylvia in my arms.
I nodded in approval. "Everyone inside. No exceptions."
With long strides, I carried my precious burden to my waiting Bentley. I could feel Sylvia’s shame and humiliation radiating from her, the proud Alpha heir forced to endure such treatment. It made my blood boil anew.
"I know what you’re thinking, Sivi," I murmured against her hair. "Don’t worry. Once you’ve rested, we’ll make them pay properly."
Her body relaxed slightly at my words, and she gave a small nod against my neck. Her warm breath against my skin sent electricity down my spine.
I placed her gently in the passenger seat of my car before sliding behind the wheel. When I looked at her, my gaze couldn’t help but soften with tenderness and concern. Even with the marks of her ordeal, she was magnificent—my queen, my mate, my everything.
We were so close in the confined space of the luxury car that I could count each of her eyelashes. A blush spread across her cheeks, the first healthy color returning to her face.
"You—you’re too close," she whispered, but there was no real resistance in her voice.
I leaned in closer, unable to help myself. My body almost covering hers. "I’m sorry, Sivi. I let you down. I should have been there sooner."
The self-loathing in my voice was real. When I’d burst into that room and seen those men surrounding her, seen the blood on her lips... the rage had been apocalyptic. My control had nearly shattered. If Sylvia hadn’t been there watching, I would have torn them apart with my bare hands, human law be damned.
Thank the Moon Goddess my fierce little wolf had held her own until I arrived. But I couldn’t forgive myself for the mark on her face, for every second of fear she’d endured.
To my surprise, a soft hand reached up to stroke my hair, gentle fingers threading through the dark strands.
"It’s okay," she soothed. "I’m fine. Don’t blame yourself. I don’t."
I looked up, caught off guard by her tenderness. Our eyes locked, and something electric passed between us. Sylvia seemed suddenly embarrassed by her gesture and began to withdraw her hand, but I caught her wrist.
Before I could stop myself—before I could think about whether this was the right moment—I closed the distance between us. My lips found hers in a kiss that started gentle, a stark contrast to the violence of moments before. I didn’t push, didn’t demand entry, just savored the connection to the woman I’d waited for my entire life.
When her lips parted on their own, I took it as the invitation it was. I released her wrist only to wrap my arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer as I deepened the kiss. My tongue slid against hers, tasting the sweet essence that was uniquely Sylvia.
A soft moan escaped her, vibrating against my mouth as her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt. My wolf was howling with triumph, urging me to claim her completely, to mark her as mine so no one would ever dare touch her again.
But she needed gentleness now, not possession. So I controlled the raging need, transforming it into something tender yet no less passionate.
My hand slid up her back, fingers tangling in her silky hair as I angled her head to deepen our connection. “I want you,mate.”
