Chapter 179
Chapter 179
Finished
Third Person’s POV
A few days later, Freya followed Silas into the gleaming towers of Whitsea Group’s headquarters. The building’s steel–and- glass façade reflected the bright morning sun, but inside, tension lingered like an undercurrent. Many of the employees had seen Freya before–after all, she had often accompanied Silas like a shadow, safeguarding the Ironclad Alpha wherever he went. Her reputation as a vigilant protector preceded her, and the incident in the underground garage had only intensified it.
When Freya was hurt at the garage, Silas had replaced the entire security team. Even here, whispers of the upheaval in The garage reached every floor. Senior managers, executives, and any employees connected to the Whitmore family tread lightly, wary of drawing the Alpha’s attention or getting caught in the crossfire.
In recent days, Silas had remained conspicuously absent from the office, which allowed the employees a small measure of relief. Yet today, with Silas and Freya arriving together, the air inside the building seemed suddenly heavier. Subtle looks were exchanged between employees–an unspoken sense that something unusual was about to unfold p>
Lily, Silas’s secretary, had taken over responsibilities from the injured Wren and entered the executive office, only to freeze in place.
Silas knelt in front of Freya, one hand gently cradling her right foot, his gaze intent and unyielding, fixed on the swelling redness across the arch of her shoe.
To anyone who had only known him as the untouchable, commanding Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, this was a sight that defied comprehension. The image of the Alpha, stooping before a woman–bowing almost as if submitting entirely to her presence -was shocking enough to make even hardened executives doubt their senses.
Lily could feel her pulse race; a part of her half–expected Silas to lean forward and place a kiss upon the delicate curve of Freya’s foot. The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine.
Freya glanced toward Leo, checks tinged with pink. “Ah… I accidentally spilled some tea on my shoe,” she said, a faint awkwardness in her tone, “so … ”
Lily, realizing the simple explanation, nodded in understanding, trying to suppress the disbelief still fluttering in her chest. Freya attempted to pull her foot back, but Silas’s fingers remained securely entwined with hers. “I’m fine,” she reassured him. “The redness is still visible,” Silas murmured, lifting her with ease. Freya blinked, caught off guard. Lily’s eyes widened in equal astonishment.
In the executive office, there was a small wash basin tucked into the corner. Silas carried Freya to the counter, placing her foot carefully beneath the running cold water. The sight of the Alpha, usually crisp and commanding, tending to the swelling and redness of a woman’s foot, left everyone in the room dumbstruck.
High–ranking employees, following behind Lily, hesitated at the doorway, uncertain whether to enter. Their instincts screamed at them–what danger could befall the Alpha that required such intimacy? But as they stepped inside, the scene confirmed the unexpected: the Alpha was tending to Freya as though she were
le most precious presence in the room. Freya’s face flushed as she held up her hands. “Enough, really. I’m fine now,” she said, concerned about the growing crowd. The more witnesses, the more awkward her situation felt.
Silas, after confirming that the redness had faded under the cold water, paused and took a soft cloth from the counter. He gently dried her foot, then reached for a spare pair of shoes kept in the office, “Here,” he said, sliding them onto her feet with careful precision.
The executives and Lily could only stare, astonishment failing to capture the depth of their reaction. The Alpha, stoic and exacting in all matters of business, now showed a level of personal attentiveness that few could reconcile with the
commanding leader they knew.
Freya, wanting to redirect the attention back to decorum, attempted to move toward the door. “ I should step out while you conduct your meeting,” she said lightly.
Silas’s hand caught her wrist. “No need. Stay
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Chapter 179
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“I’d rather sit outside for a bit,” Freya insisted, her gaze flicking to the executives whose expressions were a mixture of awe and embarrassment. The lobby or the office lounge would afford her more privacy while keeping the situation from escalating.
Silas hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Very well.” He turned to the desk and retrieved two boxes of medicine, checking the time carefully. “In seven minutes, remember to take these. The two doses should be spaced five minutes apart, and the water temperature should be around thirty–eight degrees Celsius p>
Lily and the onlookers were astounded. Silas, usually curt and to the point in meetings, now behaved almost like a caretaker fussing over the timing, dosage, and even the temperature of water.
Freya took the medicines from him and left the office with Lily, a faint smile playing across her lips. She knew Silas’s actions stemmed from genuine care, a rare vulnerability he showed only to her. Even compared to Jocelyn Thorne, the favored first branch of Stormveil Pack, Freya recognized the depth of Silas’s attentiveness. Being with him meant feeling cherished, protected, and–unexpectedly–desired.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of her WolfComm. After a brief conversation, she turned to Lily. “Please inform Silas that I need to make a quick stop at the Thorne Group. It’s urgent p>
Freya moved swiftly through the city streets and arrived at the Thorne Group’s headquarters. As she entered, she, immediately spotted Jocelyn. Jocelyn’s brows knitted in irritation. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.
“That’s none of your concern,” Freya replied, her voice cool and measured, already moving to sidestep her.
Before she could pass, a sharp voice rang out behind her.
“Jocelyn, you called me over… why is Freya here too p>
Freya turned, and saw Aurora and Caelum entering the building. Caelum’s presence radiated authority, while Aurora’s Beta instincts flickered in her calculated gaze.
“I didn’t call her,” Jocelyn insisted, rushing toward Aurora. “Finally, you’re here. The helicopter is ready, we need your help to rescue the workers! ”
A sudden industrial accident had occurred on one of the offshore sites. Though authorities had been contacted, deploying law enforcement helicopters would take hours. The Thorne Group’s private helicopter was ready, but the timing was critical. Jocelyn’s push for speed in construction had caused lapses in safety inspections, precipitating the accident.
Aurora’s eyes glinted as she looked at Freya. “Before I help, I expect a proper apology from you and Caelum,” she said, a triumphant edge in her tone.
Freya’s gaze narrowed, meeting Aurora’s with equal malice. In that moment, an unspoken challenge passed between them- wolf to wolf, Alpha instincts and Beta cunning clashing in silent, simmering tension.