Chapter 317
Chapter 317
Freya’s POV
I froze the instant I opened the hotel room door. Standing there, like a shadow I hadn’t expected, was Silas. My heart skipped. What on earth was he doing here?
Before I could even think, he charged into the room, slamming the door behind him. In one swift motion, he pinned me against the wall, his presence overwhelming.
“Why has Kade been in your room so long? What did you do with him?” His voice was sharp, urgent, and desperate–a stark contrast to the cold, calculating tone I was used to hearing from him.
I frowned, instinctively bracing against his imposing frame. “Are you… watching me?” I asked, disbelief sharp in my voice.
“I saw the hotel corridor footage,” Silas said, eyes dark and intense. “Tell me, what have you and Kade been doing p>
I bristled. “What I do with him isn’t something I need to tell you.” My hands pressed against his chest, pushing. I wanted to shove him back, put space between us, and breathe without his heat closing in.
But my attempt barely budged him. He pressed harder, lips capturing mine with a possessive ferocity that stole my breath. Panic surged through me, claws of instinct scraping at my mind. I tried to wrench away, but my fingers brushed the brace on his hand.
I hesitated. If I struggled too hard, I could probably push him off–but I’d risk hurting his hand. The thought stopped me.
I forced my head to the side, breaking free of his kiss. “Silas, what are you doing? We’re already
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“We broke up? That’s your decision. I never agreed to it.” His lips were relentless, shadowing mine, a storm of insistence.
I bit my lip, tasting him, the faint metallic tang filling my senses. “I’ve already said it… breaking up is something one person can decide–ugh, stop p>
I could smell him, feel him, and the air between us grew suffocating, dangerous.
I did the only thing I could think of. I bit him, hard, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. Blood spread warm and metallic in my mouth. He paused for a fraction of a second–long enough
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for the scent of it to swirl around us–but he didn’t let go. Not until the coppery taste grew overwhelming did he finally pull back.
“You’re insane!” I spat, glaring at him.
“Freya… if you truly don’t want me, I’ll lose my mind.” His voice was low, hoarse, almost a growl.
I stayed silent for a heartbeat, steadying my racing pulse. Then I said, “Let go of me. I need to rinse my mouth.” The blood was sharp, too strong, and my senses–wolf senses sharpened by instinct–craved relief.
He finally released me. I pushed past him, feeling the tension in the room like, static, and went straight to the bathroom. I rinsed my mouth three times, each swish of water dulling the lingering blood, until the taste was almost gone.
When I returned, Silas was sitting on the sofa, eyes fixed on me, burning and relentless. The place on his lip where I’d bitten still glistened with deep red. My hand instinctively went to the tissues on the table.
“Here,” I said, holding them out. “Wipe it off p>
He tilted his head back, eyes imploring, and I froze. The expectation in his gaze was sharp, raw, and unrelenting. My throat felt tight. Refusing him now felt like breaking something delicate inside him.
I exhaled softly, taking the tissue. My fingers brushed his skin as I cleaned the blood from his lip, careful but firm. “If you ever try a stunt like that again,” I said, tone low and dangerous, “I won’t forgive you p>
His amber eyes flickered, a wild shadow of the rage that had consumed him a moment ago. knew what had driven him–Kade. My wolf instincts sensed every flicker of possessiveness, every coil of jealousy tightening in him.
“Sorry,” he murmured, voice subdued but tense.
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I finished cleaning his lip and stepped back. “It’s late. I’m going to bed. You should
go
too p>
“No, you haven’t told me. What were you and Kade doing in that room?” His voice sharpened. again, possessive and dangerous.
“We were just discussing finding Eric,” I said, tone neutral. I didn’t want to spark unnecessary
conflict.
“Then why at the door earlier… did you kiss him?” His gaze drilled into me, sharp as wolf teeth.
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I stared at him, dumbfounded. “I kissed Kade? Are you kidding p>
His taut expression softened slightly, relief flickering in his eyes. “Good. I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t know what I would have done if you had p>
I frowned, irritation prickling. “Don’t drag Kade into this p>
“Then don’t fall for him,” Silas said, eyes darkening with raw emotion. “Freya… I finally understand. My jealousy is worse than I imagined. Worse than anyone could describe… like the stories they tell about the Whitmore Pack. Like a mad wolf hunting its own tail p>
I stared at him, heart racing. “I only see Kade as a little brother. But no matter what, you not hurt him. If you do, I will not let it go p>
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The warning in my voice was clear, unflinching. My eyes, wolf–like and amber in their intensity, locked onto his. Every instinct screamed for him to understand–I would protect Kade with my life if I had to.
Silas‘ jaw tightened, nails digging into his palms. My warning seemed to resonate; his body tensed, the air around him charged with the remnants of his earlier storm.
“For Kade…” I said softly, letting the words hang in the charged space between us. “He’s important to me. Do you understand p>
He exhaled slowly, his wolfish pride and fire simmering down into something more manageable. “Fine,” he murmured, finally. “I promise. As long as you haven’t fallen for him, I won’t hurt him p>