Chapter 332
Chapter 332
Freya’s POV
When he asked me for an explanation, I could still see how pale his face was.
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“Of course,” I said softly, but the moment I looked closer, my voice faltered. “You… what’s wrong with your face? You’re completely white p>
His skin looked drained of life–ashen, almost translucent in the dim hotel light.
“Nothing,” Parker said evenly. “Just a nightmare, that’s all.” His eyes lifted to mine, calm but guarded. “Don’t you think you should tell me why you broke into my room in the middle of the night p>
I bit my lip, gathering my courage. From inside my jacket, I drew a small envelope and placed it in front of him.
“These are photographs,” I said. “Of my brother p>
He raised a brow, confusion flickering across his expression. “Your brother’s photographs? Why are you giving them to me p>
“Just look,” I said quietly.
He hesitated, then took the photos.
The moment his eyes fell on the first one, something changed in his face–a flicker of recognition, or maybe unease.
He went through them one by one, his fingers pausing now and then, his gaze sharpening with every image until he reached the last.
“So,” he finally said, “the man you told me about–the one I resemble–is your brother p>
“Yes,” I answered, my voice trembling slightly. “But to be precise…. I suspect you might be him. Parker, have you ever lost your memory p>
There had been too many people at the banquet earlier, too many ears and eyes. I couldn’t ask then.
That’s why I’d taken the risk–hacking into the hotel’s security system and sneaking into his suite myself.
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Parker regarded me coolly. “And if I say no p>
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The photos lay between us on the table. The man in them–Eric Thorne–was younger, maybe by three years, but the resemblance was uncanny. Same eyes. Same quiet intensity. Same way his mouth tightened when he was thinking.
My stomach clenched.
No memory loss? Then how could there be two people so alike?
He must’ve seen my doubt, because his tone grew firmer. “Miss Thorne, you’re from the Stormveil Pack, aren’t you? And I’m from the C–country. I don’t believe I’m your brother p>
I swallowed hard. “Then, Mr. Williams… would you let me see your shoulder? My brother once saved me during an attack. He took a blade meant for me–there’s a scar on his left shoulder. I just need to see if it’s there p>
“Scar?” he repeated, frowning slightly.
“Yes,” I said, pulling one of the photos from the pile. “Here–look. That mark on his shoulder. That’s what I’m talking about p>
He studied the picture, then shook his head. “Then you’ll be disappointed. I have no such scar p>
My heart sank, a cold weight pressing deeper and deeper in
my
chest.
But I couldn’t just accept that. Not yet.
“I’d still like to see it for myself,” I said, steadying my breath. “Just once. If you feel I’ve offended you, I’ll make it up to you in any way I can p>
“Compensation?” His lips curved, faintly mocking. “And what if my price is for you to kneel before Jenny and apologize? You made my sister rather upset today p>
The words hit me like ice water.
If he really were Eric–my brother–he would never say something like that.
But even so, I couldn’t stop hoping.
“Fine,” I said, exhaling sharply. “If that’s what it takes–if you let me see your shoulder, I’ll do it. I’ll apologize p>
His eyes narrowed slightly, wolfish and assessing. “Why go that far? I’ve told you already—I don’t have amnesia, and I don’t have the scar in your photo. Even then, you still need to see for
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yourself p>
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“Yes,” I said, my voice fierce with conviction. “I have to see. Even if it means humiliating myself, I need to know with my own eyes. If you’re not him, I’ll stop searching. I’ll let it go. But I need the truth p>
He went silent for a long moment. The air between us grew heavy. I could hear my own pulse drumming against my ribs.
Then he asked quietly, “Your brother means that much to you p>
“Yes.” The answer left my lips without hesitation. “He’s the most important person in my world. I would give my life for him p>
His
gaze
flickered–something raw, something uncertain.
He looked at me as if my words struck a chord deep inside him, a place even he didn’t know existed.
“You must have been close,” he murmured. “Your brother’s lucky–to have a sister who’d risk everything for him p>
He said it softly, but his voice carried a strange ache, as if he were speaking not just to me, but to something buried within himself.
Then, without another word, Parker’s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt.
One by one, they came undone.
The soft fabric of his sleepwear slipped off his shoulders, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and the strength hidden beneath his calm demeanor.
And then–I saw it.
My breath caught.