Free Web NovelChapter 83: Chapter 83 Mother And Daughter Night Talk
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I felt a wave of relief wash over me after dealing with Zane.
Finally free from his relentless harassment.
And thank Moon Goddess, because if I had to endure one more smug smirk or thinly veiled “Alpha” threat disguised as flirtation, I might’ve actually committed a felony.
My wolf stretched luxuriously inside me, purring with satisfaction like she’d just kicked him down a flight of metaphorical stairs.
Good riddance.
I didn’t need that kind of energy in my life—especially not from a grown man who couldn’t wrap his oversized ego around the word no.
Seriously, how many times does a girl have to say “I’m not interested” before it registers as a full sentence and not a challenge?
Anyway. Crisis averted.
After thanking the security team at Frostline Enterprises, I headed back to Frostfang territory.
The familiar scent of pine and winter berries that marked our pack lands brought a small comfort as I drove through the gates of our pack house.
When I walked in, I found Selene lounging in the living room, her eyes fixed on some reality TV show.
She looked genuinely surprised to see me, which immediately put me on edge.
"What are you doing home?" she asked, her tone carrying that false sweetness I’d grown to recognize all too well.
I kept my expression neutral. "Last I checked, this is still my home too. Do I need permission to return to my own pack house now?"
Selene’s face flushed with anger. "What’s your problem? I was just asking a simple question. Why are you being so hostile?"
"Perhaps you should focus on keeping your fiancé in check before lecturing me," I replied coldly, heading up the stairs without looking back.
I heard her indignant gasp as I climbed the stairs, followed by the sound of something hitting the couch.
Before she could formulate a response, I was already closing my bedroom door with a satisfying thud.
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Downstairs, Selene flung herself back onto the plush sofa, her chest heaving with indignation.
Her face was flushed with frustration, and her hands clenched into the cushions hard enough to wrinkle the fabric.
"Who does she think she is?" she muttered,glaring at nothing in particular. "Just because she landed herself a pretty face with money doesn’t make her special. "
Her nails tapped agitatedly against the armrest. “Hugo’s got legacy. He’s pure Alpha blood. That Caesar guy? He’s just... flashy packaging with a title.”
She reached for the crystal vase on the coffee table, fingers trembling with the urge to send it crashing to the floor, when the front door swung open.
Alpha Astra Frost entered, her commanding presence immediately filling the room.
Her icy blue eyes—trademark of the Frostfang bloodline—immediately locked onto Selene.
“You look flushed. Fever? Or something else?” Concern edged her words, though she didn’t drop her usual Alpha composure.
Selene quickly composed herself, softening her expression into one of worried concern. "Mom, I’m fine. It’s just... Sylvia came home, and she seems upset. I tried to talk to her, but she brushed me off. I’m worried something might have happened."
Alpha Astra’s brow furrowed deeply.
"Sylvia is here? Now?" Her wolf’s protective instincts flared immediately.
Despite their complicated relationship, Alpha Astra still felt the primal urge to defend her blood daughter.
“She’s upstairs,” Selene nodded, keeping her voice low and layered with pretend worry. “Didn’t say a word about why she came back. Just walked past me like I wasn’t even there.”
Without another word, Alpha Astra turned on her heel and made for the staircase—no hesitation, no questions.
Selene followed a few steps behind like a loyal pup, calling after her with mock concern, “Mom, slow down! Don’t push yourself too hard.”
Alpha Astra ignored her. At the top of the stairs, she didn’t pause.
She walked straight to Sylvia’s bedroom door and knocked with the kind of rhythm that made pack members snap to attention.
“Sylvia,” she said firmly. “Open up. I know you’re in there.”
Then, softening just a little, she added, “You should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve sent someone to pick you up.”
That was Alpha Astra’s diplomatic tone—the one she used when dealing with prickly Alphas or stubborn investors. Start gentle, assert later.
Inside the room, Sylvia’s jaw clenched.
Of course Selene would run straight to their mother to stir up drama.
She took a deep breath, calming her wolf.
Years of pretending to be an omega had taught her how to bury her emotions deep, how to keep her scent neutral even when her heart was pounding.
With a sigh, she opened the door.
She was dressed in silk pajama pants and an oversized tee, her long hair loosely braided over one shoulder.
Her face was unreadable, a perfect mask of calm.
“Hey, Mom. I was just heading to bed. Everything okay?”
Alpha Astra, hand raised for another knock, froze mid-motion.
Her sharp eyes scanned Sylvia from head to toe, checking for signs of distress.
She found none.
“I figured you might want something warm to eat,” Alpha Astra said after a pause, voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “I made venison stew. It’s been a while since you had a proper meal at home.”
Sylvia raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t think you cooked anymore.”
“I don’t,” Alpha Astra admitted, then quickly added, “I had the kitchen staff make it. Still counts.”
Sylvia didn’t move aside to let her in, but Alpha Astra stepped into the room anyway—old Alpha habits died hard.
Sylvia didn’t stop her.
She knew resistance was pointless.When Alpha Astra decided a conversation was happening, it was happening.
“I’m not here for long,” Sylvia said finally, shutting the door behind them to mute the sound of Selene’s footsteps retreating down the hall. “Caesar’s out of town for a few days. The house was too quiet.”
A half-truth. But convincing.
The tension in Alpha Astra’s shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Oh! That’s all?" She cleared her throat, momentarily embarrassed by her overreaction. "Well, that’s perfectly understandable. Marriage is about supporting each other through absences. The early years can be... challenging."
“Thanks for the TED Talk,” Sylvia muttered.
Alpha Astra gave her a look—one of those patented Alpha Mom glares.
She took a breath and delivered the classic line. “You chose this path, Sylvia. No one dragged you down it.”
“I know,” Sylvia replied, voice even but eyes sharp.
“Then stay the course,” Alpha Astra said, tone firm. “Both of you thriving—that’s the goal. Not just surviving.”
Sylvia’s gaze dropped for a moment. Of course she knew what her mother was really saying.
This was about Zane, too.
Another choice she’d made without a safety net. No backup plan. Just blind faith and a racing heart.
“I get it, Mom.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked her mother straight in the eye. “You don’t need to worry. I’m not a kid anymore. I’ve got this.”
Alpha Astra’s expression softened just a fraction. “Good. That’s my girl.”
Then she said it.
“Sivi.”
Sylvia blinked, caught off guard.
It had been years—actual years—since anyone had called her that.
It landed like a ghost of childhood, unexpected and disorienting.
Alpha Astra seemed to register her reaction but didn’t comment on it.
She just stood, smoothed her blouse again, and headed for the door.
“Get some rest,” she said, pausing just long enough.
And then she was gone.
