Free Web NovelChapter 92: Chapter 92 Misunderstandings
Caesar’s POV
"Keep your distance," I growled, shifting my body away from Helena as she leaned in too close. "If you want to discuss the project, then discuss the project. Nothing more."
My wolf stirred, restless and irritated.
He didn’t like her scent this close. Didn’t trust her smile.
There was something off about Helena lately.Calculated. Deliberate.
Like every word, every glance, every brush of her hand was part of some game I hadn’t agreed to play.
She offered a smile, all smooth edges and zero sincerity. “Of course, Caesar. I’ll be more mindful of your... personal space.”
She stepped back, but not before letting her fingers trail just a little too slow across the edge of the desk. Like she wanted to leave her scent behind.
And the worst part? She looked smug about it. Like she’d scored a point simply by backing off.
My instincts flared hard.
Helena had never known how to take a damn hint—especially not from me. Not since we were cubs.
Hell, she used to follow me around like a shadow, convinced she had some claim to me just because her brother was my closest ally.
Now, all of a sudden, she was playing nice? Respecting boundaries?
Yeah. No. It felt wrong.
Like watching a snake coil itself up and pretend it wasn’t about to strike.
I narrowed my eyes. “Anything else about the project you’re confused about?”
She tilted her head, that curtain of glossy chestnut hair swaying with the movement.
“No,” she said sweetly, “I think I understand everything perfectly now. Thanks for the one-on-one, Caesar.”
I grunted in acknowledgment, already rising from my chair.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this private tutoring session in her room, but she’d been relentless in her pursuit.
Dylan, my Beta, had reminded me earlier that I had obligations to the Northwestern territories—which meant keeping their Alpha’s sister happy during her visit.
Her brother, William Blackwood, was like a brother to me as well.
We’d fought side by side to establish our territories.
But Helena had always wanted more than respect from me—a fact that grew more problematic now that Sylvia had entered my life.
As I turned to leave, I thought about the project I’d just explained to her.
Nothing confidential, nothing that could compromise either my business interests or my mate’s. Just basic operational details any visiting Alpha family member might inquire about.
“Remember,” I said over my shoulder, voice clipped, “you need to learn to handle these matters on your own. I won’t always be around to guide you.”
I heard her inhale sharply, and when I glanced back, her expression had frozen.
Her hands were clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms.
“But we’ve known each other forever, Caesar,” she purred, trying to slip back into that same old sultry tone she’d used a thousand times before. “Surely your mate wouldn’t mind our... history. After all, we were practically raised together.”
A cold laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
“History,” I repeated, turning fully to face her. “That’s exactly what it is—history. Ancient. Irrelevant.”
Her smile faltered.
“What Sylvia thinks is her business,” I added, voice like steel. “But you and I? We’re not kids anymore, Helena. Whatever you thought we were, whatever fantasy you’ve clung to all these years—it’s over. It never existed in the first place.”
Her eyes flashed—anger, desperation, maybe even jealousy—but she covered it up with another one of those fake-ass smiles.
She was good at that. Masking her poison in sugar.
But I wasn’t buying it.
Not anymore.
I didn’t wait for her to speak again.
I didn’t want to hear another word from her mouth, coated in perfume and lies.
My wolf was clawing at my chest now, demanding I find Sylvia.
That I anchor myself in her scent, her presence—pure, grounding, real.
Not this cloying, artificial mimicry that Helena wore like a second skin.
I turned and walked out, letting the door close behind me without a word.
I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me with a solid click — not slamming it, but damn close.
I wasn’t in the mood for drama, but something was off, and I could feel it crawling under my skin.
As I headed down the hall toward our bedroom, a soft sound caught my ear — the hiss of running water.
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The sound was coming from the guest bathroom.
Brows drawn tight, I took a breath — deep, instinctive. And there it was.
Sylvia.
Her scent drifted under the door.
It wrapped around me like a memory — and hit like a punch to the gut.
Why the hell was she in the guest suite?
We hadn’t fought.
At least, not really. Nothing big enough to make her move out of our bed. Not after everything we’d been through.
I didn’t knock.
Didn’t even hesitate.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The lights were low, and steam rolled out from under the bathroom door.
The sound of the shower echoed softly against the tile.
The scent of her shampoo was stronger now, mixing with the heat and fog in the air.
Too familiar. Too intimate. Too distant.
My wolf shifted inside me, uneasy. He didn’t like this.
Neither did I.
She was here — alone, separated. Not in our room. Not in our bed. Not where she belonged.
And that one damn fact hit harder than I wanted to admit.
Something had changed.
And I had no idea why.
But whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
