Free Web NovelChapter 63: Chapter 63 Vertex
Sylvia’s POV
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the city lights below while nursing my third glass of whiskey. The Vertex bidding had my nerves on edge, but it wasn’t just about the contract.
"Drinking alone?" Caesar’s deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I hadn’t heard him enter the penthouse.
"Just thinking," I murmured as his strong arms encircled my waist from behind. His scent enveloped me, masculine and intoxicating.
"About the bid?" His lips brushed my ear. "Or about your mother’s... interesting choice?"
I tensed slightly. "Both. I need this contract, Caesar. I need to prove that I’m more than just the ’other daughter’ who isn’t good enough."
His grip tightened possessively. "You have nothing to prove, Sivi. Though I must say," his hand slid up my thigh, "watching you command that room today was... arousing."
Heat pooled in my belly at his touch. "Caesar..."
"Do you remember what happened the last time you were drinking?" he asked, his voice taking on a dangerous edge that made my wolf whimper with need.
I frowned, trying to recall. "What do you mean?"
A low growl rumbled in his chest. "So you’ve forgotten?"
My eyes widened. "I... I don’t..."
"Then I’ll have to remind you." In one swift motion, he spun me around and lifted me onto his desk, scattering papers everywhere. "And punish you for forgetting."
His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss as he ripped open my blouse, sending buttons flying. I should have protested – this was pure animal dominance – but my body was already responding, arching into his touch.
"Caesar, please..." I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck.
"Please what?" He pinned my hands above my head with one strong grip. "Please remind you who you belong to? Please show you that no one else could ever compare to you?"
His free hand slipped between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly wet. "Your body remembers, even if your mind doesn’t," he purred against my skin.
What followed was exquisite torture. Caesar brought me to the edge again and again, never letting me fall over until I was begging, pleading, admitting that I was his and only his.
"Who do you belong to?" he demanded, finally positioning himself at my entrance.
"You," I gasped, desperate for him. "Only you, Caesar."
He thrust into me hard, drawing a cry from my lips. "And who am I to you?"
"My mate," I moaned as he set a punishing rhythm. "My Alpha. My everything."
"Good girl," he growled, his pace becoming frantic. "Now come for me. Show me how much you need me."
When release finally came, it was explosive. I screamed his name as pleasure overwhelmed me, dimly aware of his own climax as he marked me as his once again.
Later, as we lay tangled together on his office couch, he stroked my hair gently. "You’re going to win that contract tomorrow," he said with absolute certainty. "And not because you’re trying to prove something to your mother, but because you’re brilliant at what you do."
I smiled against his chest, feeling more secure than I had in days. "Thank you for believing in me."
He chuckled softly, and I felt rather than saw his satisfied smirk. If I hadn’t been so contentedly exhausted, I might have wondered why he seemed so confident about tomorrow’s outcome. But at that moment, wrapped in my mate’s arms, nothing else mattered. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Rest now, " he murmured, pulling me closer. "Tomorrow will be a very interesting day." freewebnøvel.com
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I arrived at the Vertex bidding event dressed to kill. My carefully applied makeup accentuated my features while my tailored light-colored suit hugged my curves perfectly. With my hair swept up into an elegant updo, exposing my forehead, I knew I made an impression the moment I entered the room.
As an Alpha’s daughter, commanding a room was in my blood, even if I’d spent three years suppressing that part of myself. No more hiding. No more pretending to be a docile omega for a man who’d discarded me the moment his true mate appeared.
Several executives recognized me and approached. I acknowledged each with a precise nod—not too eager, not too cold. Just right. I moved through clusters of powerful people with natural ease, as if I belonged among them. In truth, I did.
"Miss Frost, your proposal for the northern expansion is revolutionary," one executive commented.
I smiled, feeling the crimson of my lipstick stretch. "The future demands bold thinking."
From across the room, I could feel Zane’s eyes boring into me.
"Zane, how do you think Sylvia could afford that outfit? It must be rented, right?"
"You’re right," Zane replied.
"Such an important event and she’s wearing rented clothes," Chloe continued with fake concern. "If people find out, will she even have a chance at winning the project?"
I nearly laughed out loud. My Armani suit had been custom-tailored in Milan last month. The watch on my wrist was worth more than what most people made in a year. But let them think what they wanted. The misconception would make my victory all the sweeter.
I caught Zane checking his phone, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. He was plotting something—probably thought he had the bid in the bag through some back-channel connection.
"We never expected someone so young to have such a unique perspective, Ms. Sylvia," one gray-haired board member said.
Another nodded appreciatively. "Indeed, the future belongs to brilliant minds like yours."
I smiled modestly, lowering my eyes slightly—a calculated gesture. "I’m honored by your praise, but I’ve learned everything valuable from pioneers like yourselves."
Their expressions softened further. My wolf knew exactly what humans and werewolves alike responded to: strength tempered with just the right amount of deference.
A throat cleared over the microphone, drawing everyone’s attention to the stage. "Respected guests, it’s time to return to your seats," announced the chief project coordinator. "Thank you all for attending Vertex’s bid event. We know everyone has prepared extensively for this project, so please place your bid documents in the submission boxes provided. We’ll review them and announce results at the end of tonight’s reception."
The room fell silent with anticipation. From the corner of my eye, I caught Zane’s tightly clenched fist. Beside him, Chloe noticed his tension but remained quiet, playing her role of the perfect submissive mate.
