Free Web NovelChapter 93: Chapter 93 Suspicions
Sylvia’s POV
I had just stepped out of the shower when I saw him.
Caesar stood in the center of the guest suite, his powerful frame silhouetted against the soft lighting.
My heart skipped a beat—partly from surprise, partly from something else I didn’t want to examine too closely.
My fingers instinctively clutched the edge of my robe, yanking it tighter across my chest like it could shield me from the mess of emotions boiling just under my skin.
Water dripped from my hair, slipping down my back in slow, cold trails, making me shiver—but not from the temperature.
"Get out. I need to sleep," I said, keeping my voice deliberately flat, devoid of emotion.
Caesar raised an eyebrow, realization dawning in those penetrating gray eyes.
My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, conflicted between wanting to approach him and wanting to maintain distance.
For a moment, he didn’t speak. Just stared at me like he was trying to read a language he used to know but had suddenly forgotten.
"Sivi, what’s wrong?" he asked, his deep voice filling the room. "Everything was fine yesterday."
He took a step forward. Then another.
Each movement was slow, deliberate—like he was approaching a wounded animal he didn’t want to spook.
His tall frame blocked the light, casting shadows over me, making me feel smaller than I was.
But I wasn’t about to be intimidated—not even by my mate.
I looked at his face—that unfairly handsome face—now wearing an expression of confusion that bordered on hurt. But I hardened my heart against it.
"That’s rich coming from you," I replied coldly. "This is my business. Don’t concern yourself with it."
I rolled my eyes and turned away, reaching for the hair dryer.
I didn’t want to continue this conversation. Didn’t want to look at him and remember what I’d seen.
But Caesar moved faster. He grabbed the dryer before I could, his fingers brushing mine for a second too long.
“Let me,” he said, voice softer now. “Let me take care of you.”
His voice was softer now, coaxing, like he thought if he just said the right thing, I’d melt.
I stared at him, my patience hanging by a thread.
For a second, I almost said yes. Almost let him in. Almost let myself believe he meant it.
Then I remembered Helena’s hand on his arm. The way she looked at him like he was already hers.
My face hardened. “I said no.” My voice was low but firm, like a door slamming shut. “Just leave. You’re wasting my time.”
Something in his expression cracked. Subtle, but I saw it. The way his mouth tightened. The flicker of something behind his eyes—frustration? Hurt? Guilt?
Every time I looked at him now, all I could see was that photo. The way he’d let her get too close.
My heart twisted, sharp and unexpected, like I’d stepped on broken glass.
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Why did I ever expect anything different?
Caesar watched me, hurt flickering across his features.
His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his knuckles whitening.
My wolf whined inside me, sensing his distress, but I silenced her.
This wasn’t about comfort. This was about respect.
He drew in a deep breath, his chest expanding, before moving toward me with sudden purpose. Before I could react, he had backed me against the bed, my knees hitting the edge and causing me to fall backward onto the mattress.
He followed me down, his body hovering over mine, caging me in without touching me.
I stared up at his perfect face—those sharp cheekbones, the straight nose, those full lips that looked so kissable.
But then my mind conjured up the image of those same lips speaking softly to Helena.
Had they kissed? Had he whispered sweet nothings to her too?
My stomach churned at the thought.
He had been in her private room just moments ago, and now here he was, trying to seduce me? What kind of game was he playing?
"Get off me!" I pushed against his chest, trying to create distance between us.
But the difference in our strengths was too great.
No matter how hard I pushed, he remained immovable above me, his eyes darkening as he watched my futile struggle.
I kept fighting until my muscles burned with the effort, my breathing becoming labored. Only when my movements began to slow did Caesar make his move.
With swift precision, he captured both my wrists in one large hand, pinning them above my head. My eyes widened in shock.
"Caesar, what are you doing?" I demanded, my voice breathless despite my best efforts. "Let me go right now."
My voice trembled, but not with fear—with disbelief. With the weight of everything I didn’t want to feel.
He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
His breath was fire against my skin, and I hated the way my body reacted—how it leaned into him, betrayed me.
"What do you think I’m doing, Sivi?" he whispered, his voice a deep rumble that I could feel through his chest pressed against mine. "We are legally mated, after all."
His free hand traced a path along my jawline, his touch both gentle and possessive.
My body responded traitorously, even as my mind rebelled.
Heat pooled in my core, a stark contrast to the cold anger I was trying to maintain.
"That doesn’t give you the right—" I began, but my words died in my throat as his lips found the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
"Tell me what’s wrong," he murmured against my skin. "Tell me why you’re hiding in here instead of our bed."
I hesitated.
