A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

Freya’s POV

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I hadn’t expected anyone to disturb me tonight. After the mission, after the storm winds and the adrenaline of flying into danger, I thought the silence of my quarters in the Stormveil compound would finally settle my nerves. I had just extinguished the last lantern glow when the door creaked open and a shadow stepped through.

Silas.

The Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition carried himself with that same gravity he wore on the battlefield, but tonight, something in his posture was unsettled–like a wolf pacing too long inside a cage. His silver eyes caught mine, and for a heartbeat, I forgot to breathe.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, voice low..

He hesitated only a moment before answering, “I can’t sleep.”

I tilted my head. “Can’t sleep? That’s not like you.”

His jaw flexed. “Eyery time I close my eyes, I see you in that storm, your chopper tilting against the gale. You vanished into the clouds, and all I could think was what if I never saw you again?” His voice was quieter than I had ever heard it, the steel stripped away, leaving only raw honesty.

I folded my arms, though my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. Silas Whitmor wasn’t a man who admitted weakness. That he said this to me was… dangerous “You knew I would be fine. I’ve flown worse.”

“I know your skill,” he said, gaze dropping for a fraction, “but knowing doesn’t stop the fear. Not when it’s you.”

Something in my chest tightened. I wanted to tell him I understood, but that would’ve been too much. Too close. So instead, I arched a brow. “So what? You want me to tell you a bedtime story?”

His lips curved, faint but real. “I’m not a child.”

“Then what is it you want, Silas?”

His eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding even in their vulnerability. “I want to sleep here. With you.”

My heart stumbled. Sleep? My mind tripped over the word, wondering which meaning he intended. My wolf pricked her ears, curious, tempted. “You mean… in my bed?”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Yes. Tonight I can’t rest alone. I’m afraid…”

“Afraid?” I echoed. Fear was not a word that belonged to him. Not Silas Whitmor, who had stared down armies without blinking.

“Afraid I’ll wake and find you gone,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Afraid that fate will take you from me the way it’s taken everything else.”

Relief flickered across his face, softening that usually untouchable exterior. He followed me to the bed, and when he lay down beside me, the mattress dipped under his weight, the space suddenly far too small. His scent–a mixture of pine, iron, and the faint burn of steel forge–surrounded me, making it hard to think clearly.

3:02 PM P P

My eyes widened. I hadn’t realized until that moment how compromising the position looked–me braced above him, one hand supporting myself by his shoulder, the other stretched across his chest as I reached for the blanket. My body half- draped over his, his face so close I could feel the whisper of his breath against my cheek.

He tilted his head slightly, exposing his throat in the smallest, most dangerous invitation a wolf could give. His lips parted, words flowing like smoke. “Tell me you don’t want to.”

I should have pulled away. I should have snapped at him for being reckless. Instead, curiosity sparked. I let my fingers trail from his collarbone upward, brushing the corded muscle of his neck until they lingered at the sharp rise of his Adam’s apple.

He swallowed under my touch, his throat moving against my fingertips. To my shock, color rose at the edges of his ears, a flush betraying the composure of the Ironclad Alpha.

“You… I murmured, eyes narrowing. “Silas Whitmor, are you actually blushing?”

His lips twitched, but his voice was low, rough, and entirely sincere. “Freya, whatever you do to me, I’ll accept. Anything. I’d let you mark me, command me, break me–just so I could feel you want me as much as I want you.”

The air between us thickened, humming with a tension that was more dangerous than any battlefield. His usual icy demeanor had melted into something raw, unguarded, vulnerable. And gods help me, it drew me in.

For the first time, I realized how much power I held over him. Silas Whitmor–Alpha of an empire forged in iron and fire- lay beneath me willingly, offering not dominance, but surrender.

And the wild, dangerous part of my wolf wanted to take it.

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