Chapter 340
Chapter 340
Chapter 340
Freya’s POV
Everything Silas told me aligned too perfectly with what Parker had once said.
So the burn scars on his body… were they truly from that inferno three years ago?
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And if Parker had indeed been in D country back then-then the chance of him being my brother grew terrifyingly real.
“What about Lina?” I asked, my voice thin as paper.
If Parker really was my brother, then I owed that woman my gratitude-because she had saved him when I could not.
“She’s in the intensive care unit,” Silas said quietly. His tone carried that Alpha weight, calm but grave.
I blinked in shock. “ICU p>
“I just got the report. I’ll send it to you p>
Silas turned his laptop toward me, fingers gliding over the keys. Moments later, my WolfComm vibrated softly.
I opened the email. Lina Vale.
A girl from the slums of D country. She’d met Parker by chance, and during that same fire, she had saved him-dragging him out of the collapsing building with her own hands.
It was her desperate plea that had made the Williams matriarch-an old woman attending that charity event-rush to the scene. Without Lina, Parker might have never made it out alive.
Later, the matriarch visited the hospital and discovered Parker’s remarkable resemblance to her late son. That was when Parker became the Williams’ “hidden heir,” and he brought Lina with him to D country.
But a year ago, Lina had been diagnosed with blood cancer. No bone marrow match. Her condition was worsening.
“Right now, all her treatments are funded by the Williams family,” Silas said. “They’re using the world’s best medicine, the most advanced healing teams. But you understand what that means, don’t you? They’re willing to do all this because Parker is still their son-for now p>
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His words struck me like a blow.
So that’s why Parker refused to take the DNA test. Why he said there was “no need p>
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Because if he truly was my brother, the Williams would cut him off-and Lina’s treatment would stop immediately.
But if he really was my brother… if he came back home… our own government would help. Hell, I would help. I had savings, the Thorne family’s remaining estate. Every credit I owned could go into saving the woman who had saved him.
Two more days. Just two more days, and the truth would be revealed.
Silas’s voice broke the silence. “If he really is your brother… will you hate me more? For not saving him back then p>
I looked up sharply. “What p>
He met my eyes. His usually composed, iron-willed expression wavered. “If I hadn’t walked away that day… maybe your brother wouldn’t have been caught in that fire. Maybe he wouldn’t have those scars. Will you hate me for it—for letting him suffer because of me p>
I exhaled, my heart heavy. “No, Silas. I won’t p>
His brows lifted in quiet surprise. “You mean that p>
“I do. I told you before-back then, he was just a stranger to you. You had no reason to risk your life for him p>
I paused, searching for the right words. “Yes, I used to resent you. Hate you, even. I couldn’t help it. But now… I don’t. You’ve done so much for me since then. I see that. I remember it. And I’m grateful p>
Silas’s expression softened-but in the next heartbeat, his gaze turned intense, searing.
“Then if the test proves he’s your brother… will that mean we can start over p>
My breath caught. “Silas p>
“I mean it,” he pressed. “You said you don’t hate me anymore. Isn’t that something p>
I shook my head slowly. “The reason we broke up wasn’t just anger, Silas. It was trust. I can’t… fully trust you anymore. Don’t you see p>
His jaw clenched. “Then tell me how long it’ll take. A year? Two? Five?” His voice cracked with
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frustration. “If destroying your trust took only a moment, how long must I spend to rebuild it? Name it, Freya. I’ll do anything p>
I didn’t answer.
He reached across the space between us, catching my hand. His skin was warm-too warm. He pressed my palm against his cheek.
“I know you still care,” he whispered hoarsely. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t still let me hold your hand when I can’t sleep. You wouldn’t still worry when I can’t breathe at night. I feel it, Freya. You still feel something p>
Heat bloomed in my chest. I tried to pull away-but the tremor in his voice, the raw pain in his eyes, rooted me in place.
Silas Whitmor, the Ironclad Alpha, the one who once let my brother burn-was trembling.
“Freya,” he murmured, his voice thick with desperation. “Forgive me. Whatever pain your brother suffered, I’ll make it right. I swear it. No more lies, no more secrets. You want my trust? You already have it-all of it p>
The gravel in his tone scraped against my heart.
And damn him, he was right. I still pitied him. I still felt that pull-the one I’d been trying so hard to bury.
I told myself not to care, not to weaken, not to let old feelings drag me back into that storm. I didn’t want to live in suspicion, to drown in the ghosts of what we were.
But when he looked at me like that-eyes glimmering with unshed tears-every word of rejection died in my throat.
“Do you remember,” Silas whispered, “when you left me, you took everything-your clothes, your sketches, even your favorite blade. But you left this p>
He pulled a small bracelet from his pocket. The wooden beads were worn smooth from years of touch.
“You left a note,” he said, voice breaking, “and on it, you wrote, I wish you peace through all your seasons. But tell me, Freya-how can I ever be at peace without you p>
The tears finally fell, sliding from his lashes and landing hot against my hand.
And for a heartbeat, I hated that part of me still yearned for him-the part that couldn’t forget what it felt like to love a man who’d once let her world burn.
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