Free Web NovelChapter 68: Chapter 68 Who Are You Really
Sylvia’s POV
I slipped into the gown he’d sent—radiant, spectacular, and fitting me like it had been crafted from moonlight specifically for my body. Who was this mysterious Alpha, and how did he know my measurements so precisely? Questions swirled through my mind.
After one final glance in the mirror to confirm my makeup was flawless, I descended the grand staircase. The collective gasp from below was immediate. Every pair of eyes locked onto me, my presence commanding attention without a single word spoken. Under the spotlight of countless stares, my mother, Alpha Astra, stood proudly on stage, a rare gleam of approval in her ice-blue eyes.
"Everyone, may I have your attention," she called out.
The crowd fell silent, all eyes shifting to my mother, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Alpha Astra turned toward me as I approached, extending her hand in a gesture that carried more weight than anyone but me could understand. I placed my hand in hers, feeling the strength of our bloodline pulse between us.
Mother turned to address the audience, her voice commanding the entire ballroom. "I’ve gathered you all for this business gala for two significant reasons beyond networking."
She paused, letting the tension build before continuing, "First, I’d like to officially announce that standing beside me is the heir to Frostline Enterprises—my daughter, Sylvia Frost!"
Chaos erupted. Shocked faces, hurried whispers, wide eyes—I absorbed it all, savoring each reaction. But one face in particular caught my attention.
Zane. His expression was priceless—complete disbelief transforming his usually controlled features. His mouth kept moving, forming what looked like "Impossible, absolutely impossible..." I had to bite back a smile. How stupid he looked now, the mighty Alpha who’d discarded me so easily.
My mother allowed the commotion to continue, waiting for the perfect moment before raising her hand again for silence.
"There’s more," she continued when the room quieted. "After careful consideration, I’ve decided to step down as CEO of Frostline Enterprises. Effective immediately, my daughter Sylvia will assume full control as Chief Executive Officer."
I stood tall beside her, playing my part perfectly. When she finished speaking, she handed me the microphone, and I accepted it with practiced grace.
"Thank you, Alpha Astra," I said, my voice clear and steady.
She squeezed my shoulder, her expression stern but fond. "Don’t be so formal at a gala, Sylvia. What’s with all this ’Alpha’ business?"
I allowed a small smile to touch my lips, dimples appearing briefly. "Of course... Mom."
Turning to face the audience, I cleared my throat softly. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began, my voice carrying through the speakers. "I understand some of you know me, while others are seeing me for the first time tonight."
My gaze swept across the room, noting familiar faces among the sea of strangers. "I also recognize there’s doubt and speculation about me." I allowed my lips to curve into a confident smile, making eye contact with several key players in the crowd. "So let me be clear: I am Sylvia Frost, CEO of Frostline Enterprises and future Alpha of the Frostfang Pack."
I paused, letting that sink in before continuing. "As for whether I’m worthy of this position—well, we have plenty of time to get acquainted. The Vertex project is merely the first step of many."
With that, I returned the microphone, bowed slightly to the audience. "It’s a pleasure to meet you all."
I straightened, standing tall and unwavering under their scrutiny, neither humble nor arrogant—simply powerful. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
The room erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, their support washing over me like a wave. From my position on stage, I spotted Zane again, his eyes never leaving me. My inner wolf growled with satisfaction at his obvious distress. Let him suffer. Let him see exactly what he threw away.
Author’s POV
As the applause and cheers filled the room, Selene’s face drained of color. Her knees nearly buckled as the realization of Sylvia’s true identity and power hit her like a physical blow.
Hugo noticed immediately, stepping forward to steady her. "Selene, are you alright?" Concern laced his voice as he gripped her arm. "You’re pale as a sheet. Should I take you home?"
Selene shook her head weakly, refusing to leave despite her distress. "I’m fine," she hissed through clenched teeth. "It’s my sister’s big day. How could I possibly miss it?" The last words dripped with venom.
Her mind raced furiously. All her schemes against Sylvia had failed, and now she was forced to witness her sister’s triumph. This was intolerable. ’This isn’t over, Sylvia,’ she thought darkly. ’The game has barely begun.’
Hugo kept his arm around Selene’s shoulders, murmuring comforting words while his eyes drifted to Sylvia on stage. She was breathtaking—regal and confident in a way that stirred something primal within him. But after the incident at the Frostfang Pack mansion, his family had ordered him to focus exclusively on his relationship with Selene. He’d barely left home in weeks. Tonight’s business gala was his first venture out in public.
Meanwhile, Zane stood frozen as the reality crashed down on him. The woman he’d encountered at Frostline Enterprises’ lobby wasn’t Ms. Frost at all. But why hadn’t that impostor corrected him?
He stared at Sylvia—his Sylvia—looking radiant and powerful on stage. Possessiveness surged through him, his wolf snarling with regret and desire. If he’d known she was Ms. Frost all along, he would never have ended things!
Anger boiled in his veins—at himself, at the circumstances, but mostly at her. Why had she hidden her identity from him for three years? What kind of game had she been playing?
"Excuse me," he growled, pushing forward through the crowd. "I need to speak with someone."
A man nearby recognized him and called out with a smirk, "Well, if it isn’t Alpha Zane! Didn’t you and Ms. Frost have a thing going? What happened there?"
The question caught others’ attention, curious eyes turning toward him. Zane scowled, in no mood for gossip. "I don’t have time for this. Get out of my way."
"What’s the rush, Alpha Zane?" the man persisted. "We’re just curious about your history with Ms. Frost. Did you know who she really was?"
Whispers rippled through the nearby crowd.
"I bet he didn’t know. If he had, he wouldn’t have dumped her..."
"I heard the breakup was ugly. All those gifts he gave her were fake, and he demanded them back..."
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Each barbed comment stoked Zane’s fury. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles whitening. "This is none of your business," he snarled, his Alpha authority leaking into his voice. "Move aside. The Thorne Pack has ways of dealing with those who cross us."
The man who’d started it all swallowed hard, suddenly looking nervous. "I... I was just joking around." He quickly stepped aside, giving Zane a clear path forward.
With a contemptuous snort, Zane strode toward the stage. But as he approached, he spotted a familiar figure—the woman who had pretended to be Ms. Frost at Frostline’s reception desk. His blood boiled instantly.
It was because of her deception that he’d said those cruel things in front of Sylvia. She was the reason he’d been made to look like a fool. He changed course, heading straight for the impostor.
Seeing her leaning against a man, Zane grabbed Selene’s arm and yanked her away. "You deceitful bitch," he growled, his eyes flashing with rage. "Who the hell are you really?"
