Chapter 380
Freya confronts Parker with intense anger, vowing to strike Jenny again for disrespecting their parents. Parker firmly intervenes, refusing to let Freya harm Jenny, who is a Williams and his sister. Freya’s frustration boils over as she punches Parker, accusing him of protecting the very person who insulted their family. Despite the pain, Parker does not retaliate but looks at Freya with a hint of guilt. Jenny mocks Freya, belittling her lineage and declaring that no one will support her against the powerful Williams family.
Lana steps in to defend Freya, warning Jenny that the Williams’ influence does not intimidate them in the Capital. The tension escalates as guards arrive, unsure whom to side with. One guard advises Freya to apologize to Jenny, citing Jenny’s prestigious family connections. Freya refuses, her protective wolf rising again, refusing to apologize to someone who does not deserve it. Just then, a convoy of black vehicles arrives, and Silas, the Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, steps out, his presence commanding and distant.
Jenny immediately appeals to Silas for help, accusing Freya of assault and humiliating their honored guests. Parker tries to downplay the situation as a misunderstanding, but Jenny insists on pressing charges, threatening to use medical reports and surveillance footage as evidence. She also insinuates a relationship between Silas and Freya, which Silas coldly denies, delivering a harsh blow to Freya’s heart. Silas orders the guards to call the police, signaling that the matter will be handled by authorities, much to Jenny’s satisfaction.
Lana challenges Silas for siding with the Williams, reminding him of the provocation, but Silas remains indifferent. Jenny gloats over the situation, confident that Freya’s fate is sealed. Parker is caught in the middle, torn between his sister and Freya, but remains silent. Freya, undeterred, warns Jenny that insulting the names of fallen heroes is a serious crime in the Capital, implying that Jenny’s disrespect could have severe consequences. The chapter ends with Freya standing firm, her fury burning quietly as Jenny’s confidence wavers.
Chapter 380
Freya’s Perspective
“I’ve told you before,” I hissed, my fists trembling tightly at my sides, the tension in my muscles barely contained. “Every time she disrespects my parents, I’ll strike her once. She still owes me one more blow p>
Parker’s voice sliced through the chilly air, calm yet edged with steel. “I won’t allow you to lay a hand on her again p>
A wild, desperate edge crept into my reply. “And what if I have to p>
“She’s a Williams,” he said firmly, stepping between Jenny and me. “You don’t get to touch her whenever you please p>
His body formed a shield, standing protectively in front of her—never me. For a moment, I felt the air tighten around my chest, breath catching in my throat.
He was doing this for *her p>
The same girl who had spat venomously at our parents’ names.
A fierce, white-hot rage kindled deep inside me, my wolf’s fury rising like a crashing tide, claws scraping beneath my skin. Before I could stop myself, my fist flew forward, crashing hard into his abdomen. The shock jolted through my knuckles, searing into my bones.
“They were our parents!” I shouted, my voice raw with pain and fury. “They gave you life! You know who you are, Parker—I see it in your eyes, I feel it in your soul. How can you stand there, shielding the one who mocked them? If they watch from the Moon’s embrace, if their spirits see this right now, how can they ever find peace p>
My voice cracked on the last word. The world blurred around me, vision swimming with tears I refused to shed.
Even if my brother had lost every memory of himself—even if the Iron Fang Recon Unit’s final mission had wiped his past clean—I could forgive that. I could forgive his confusion, his silence, his denial.
But this… this was unforgivable.
He didn’t block my blow. He didn’t flinch until the pain sunk deep into his gut. I saw the breath leave him in a sharp exhale, but he didn’t retaliate. Didn’t even raise a hand in defense. Instead, he looked at me—his eyes dark, stormy—and for a fleeting moment, I thought I glimpsed a flicker of guilt there.
Jenny’s shrill voice shattered the fragile moment. “You hit him?!” She clutched her reddened face, voice rising with hysterical triumph. “You’re finished, Freya Thorne! The Williams will never let this slide p>
She laughed then, a cruel, victorious sound that scraped against my nerves. “He’s the only son of the Williams patriarch. And you? You’re nothing but a stray from some broken branch of the Stormveil Pack. Do you honestly believe anyone will stand with you p>
Before I could respond, Lana stepped forward, her voice fierce and low, her own wolf stirring beneath her skin like a coiled storm. “You think the Williams intimidate us? This isn’t your Dominion anymore—this is the Capital. Watch your tongue, girl p>
Jenny sneered, undeterred. “And what, that makes it any less true? She hit me! Everyone saw it!” She gestured wildly toward the SkyVex Armaments guards gathering nearby. “You all witnessed it! She attacked me and her so-called brother—go ahead, tell them! Tell them what you saw p>
“Yeah,” Lana spat back, “and they heard you insult her parents, didn’t they? The martyrs of the Legion’s Hall? You don’t think that counts for anything p>
The guards exchanged uncertain glances, caught between us, unsure where to place their loyalties.
One of them, older and more cautious, cleared his throat and spoke carefully. “Miss Thorne… maybe it’s best if you apologize. This young lady—she’s a Williams. Everyone in the Capital knows her family’s connection to the Ironhold Consortium. You don’t want to make enemies you can’t handle p>
“Apologize?” I turned slowly toward him, my voice dropping to a cold, deadly whisper. “To her p>
My eyes locked onto Jenny’s, the wolf inside me awakening again—icy, sharp, fiercely protective. “She doesn’t deserve my apology p>
Jenny’s face flushed a deep scarlet. “You p>
Before she could finish, the rumble of engines filled the courtyard.
A line of sleek, black vehicles rolled to a stop at the entrance, their polished surfaces catching the pale winter sunlight. The guards immediately straightened, forming two precise rows.
The car doors opened.
When he stepped out, my entire body froze.
Silas.
His presence sliced through the air like a blade—elegant, composed, and terrifyingly distant. Clad in black, the same shade as his wolf’s eyes, the Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition—the man whose scent haunted my dreams—stood just a few paces away, yet felt unreachable, like a world apart.
We had been alone together on an island just days ago, close enough to feel the pull of the bond we both tried so hard to deny. And now, he couldn’t even bring himself to meet my gaze.
“Alpha Whitmor!” Jenny called out instantly, her voice soft, sweet, and calculated. She rushed forward, tears glistening in her eyes in a pathetic display. “You have to help us. This woman—she attacked me and Parker right here! We were honored guests of the Williams family, and she humiliated us like this. Surely you won’t ignore it p>
Parker’s jaw clenched tightly. “It was a misunderstanding,” he said quietly.
“Misunderstanding?” Jenny shot him a venomous glare. “She nearly broke my ribs! She punched you! I’ll have a medic examine the injuries—there will be reports. Evidence. And you,” she pointed accusingly at me, “think you can hide behind a last name and a temper p>
Then she turned back to Silas, her voice dripping with poisonous curiosity. “Wait… you’re not protecting her, are you? You and this Freya Thorne don’t have some kind of relationship, do you? That would be… interesting p>
Silas’s gaze finally met mine. His silver-gray eyes were colder than I had ever seen them.
His voice was steady, precise—each word cutting deep. “I have no relationship with her p>
The words landed harder than any physical blow, shattering something inside me.
Jenny’s smile widened, triumphant and sickeningly smug.
“Good,” she said sweetly. “Because she’s about to learn exactly what happens when someone crosses the Williams family in public p>
“Silas,” Lana snapped beside me, unable to keep her frustration in check. “You’re not seriously going to side with them, are you? You know why Freya hit her—what that girl said about her parents p>
“I don’t care to hear it,” Silas said coolly. “Guards, call the police. Let the authorities handle this p>
“Yes, sir p>
Jenny practically radiated with satisfaction. “Perfect. And there’s surveillance, right? Cameras must have caught her attacking me and Parker. That should be enough to prove everything.” She locked eyes with me, smiling like a predator ready to strike. “You’re finished, Freya p>
Parker frowned deeply. “Jenny, that’s enough. Don’t make this worse p>
“Enough?” she snapped back. “I’m your sister, Parker! You’re supposed to protect me, not her p>
The silence that followed was suffocating. Parker froze, his hand twitching at his side, but he said nothing.
I met Jenny’s triumphant gaze, my voice low and steady. “You think this is over? You really don’t understand the laws of the Capital, do you p>
Her smile faltered, uncertainty flickering behind her eyes.
“You just insulted the names of those who died for the packs,” I said, each word burning with quiet fury. “In the Capital, that’s not just an insult—it’s a crime. You mocked martyrs, Jenny. Do you even know what that means p>
Her face paled, but I didn’t relent.
“You think you can hide behind a family name,” I whispered, “but even the Moon Goddess turns away from those who dishonor the dead p>
The charged confrontation between Freya, Parker, and Jenny lays bare the deep fractures within their tangled loyalties, where family ties clash with bitter resentments and unspoken pain. Freya’s fierce defense of her parents’ honor reveals the raw vulnerability beneath her anger, a desperate attempt to hold onto the legacy she cherishes despite the growing distance between her and those closest to her. The tension ripples through the courtyard, exposing the fragile alliances and simmering conflicts that threaten to unravel everything they thought unbreakable.
As Silas’s cold dismissal seals Freya’s isolation, the weight of her defiance stands stark against the calculated cruelty of the Williams family’s machinations. Yet beneath the storm of accusations and threats, a quiet strength pulses within her—a refusal to bow to injustice or forget the sacrifices made in the name of loyalty and love. In this crucible of pain and betrayal, Freya’s spirit remains unyielding, a beacon of fierce resilience amid the shadows cast by the past.
Tensions reach a boiling point as Freya confronts not only the Williams family but also the very foundations of loyalty and honor that bind them all. The arrival of Silas, the enigmatic Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, introduces a chilling new dynamic—his cold dismissal of Freya’s connection to him leaves her vulnerable and isolated just when she needs strength the most. As accusations fly and alliances are tested, the fragile balance between power and pride threatens to shatter, leaving everyone uncertain of where their true loyalties lie.
In the next chapter, expect the simmering conflict to escalate, with Freya facing the full weight of both legal and personal consequences. The emotional stakes deepen as Parker’s silence speaks volumes, and Jenny’s triumph might be more precarious than it seems. With the eyes of the Capital’s guards and the looming presence of the Ironhold Consortium watching, every word and action could tip the scales toward reconciliation or ruin. The shadows of past sacrifices and present betrayals will intertwine, revealing just how far each character is willing to go for family, honor, and survival.
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