A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329

Chapter 329

Freya’s POV

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I stepped forward, my heart thundering in my chest as I faced Parker. My voice was low but steady, trying to mask the storm inside. “Jenny’s slap… I’ll let it pass. But I hope… Mr. Williams, you can give me a moment alone. There are things I need to say to you.”

Parker’s gaze flickered, a flash of curiosity crossing his otherwise unreadable face. “You… knew me before?”

I hesitated. My throat tightened. Did I even know him? Did the man standing in front of me truly belong to the memories that haunted me–the soft warmth, the protective presence, the brother I once knew? My mind wavered, unsure, and I let my words stay neutral. “I… don’t know.”

That simple admission seemed to deepen the confusion in his eyes. It wasn’t a yes or a no, but the truth–an admission of uncertainty. For now, it was wiser to tread lightly. I didn’t want this moment to explode into chaos. Just a few minutes, a small, quiet conversation, and maybe I could turn this storm into something manageable.

“Very well,” Parker replied calmly, his voice like ice brushing steel.

I exhaled, the tiniest flicker of relief passing through me. “Then, may we go to the balcony over there? It’s quieter… more private.”

He inclined his head. But Jenny’s sharp voice cut across the space. “Parker, you’re really going to go alone with her?”

“I’m only going to talk for a moment. I’ll return shortly–nothing will happen,” he said, his tone soft, almost protective.

Watching him speak to Jenny like that–the patience, the gentleness–I felt my eyes sting. Memories I had buried deep clawed their way to the surface. When I was young and reckless, Eric–my brother–would always say, Don’t worry, Freya. Even if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you. Those words, once warm and comforting, rose like smoke in my chest.

Satisfied that Jenny was calmed, Parker turned to me. “Shall we go, Miss Thorne?”

I blinked quickly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill, and followed him toward the balcony. The crowd behind us was a mixture of curiosity and disbelief, but I didn’t care. Silas Whitmor’s presence at the edge of the room, Kade Blackridge’s alert stance—they were my shadow guardians, ready if the situation turned violent.

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Jenny scowled at my back, her voice dripping with frustration. “That woman… isn’t she Silas’s companion? And you’re just letting her flirt with another man? I didn’t expect Whitmor to be

so tolerant.”

Silas’s cool gaze met hers. “You should be grateful. Freya stopped me, or even if she hadn’t, you’d have paid for that slap yourself, regardless of your Williams blood.”

Jenny’s lips pressed into a thin line. I could sense the unease in her stance. The way Parker looked at me… the same lingering, protective instinct he had for Jenny–it pulled at the corners of my memory, the faint echo of my brother’s love.

I swallowed hard. My hands, at my sides, curled into fists as I fought the urge to reach for him, to confirm, to feel him. “Because… you look like someone I once knew. Someone I… trusted. I heard you returned to the Williams family three years ago. Before then… what did you do? Where were you?”

I didn’t falter. “Just now, you were so protective of Jenny. You must have a close bond. Do you have other sisters?”

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“You… alright?” His voice was low, tentative, almost cautious.

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I shook my head, unable to speak for a moment. Memories crashed over me–the nights I had wept alone, the times Eric had shielded me, the moment I had failed to protect him when he needed me most. “I… I was thinking of my brother,” I whispered. “He always protected me. If anyone harmed me, he’d make them pay. But… when he needed me… I couldn’t protect him.”

The floodgates broke. Tears streamed down my face, unchecked. Each drop fell like silver beads, clattering softly onto the balcony floor.

Parker froze, unprepared for my sudden outpouring. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a crisp handkerchief, offering it gently. “Don’t cry.”

I looked at the handkerchief, but my hands remained at my sides, useless against the torrent of emotion. I couldn’t take it. The tears kept falling, faster and heavier.

And in that moment, in the quiet silver glow of the balcony, I saw him–him. Not Parker, not this distant Alpha of the Williams pack, but the brother I had lost. The warmth, the protection, the quiet strength that had cradled my childhood fears. Every gesture, every word, every protective instinct mirrored him.

Could it be him? Could this man, this Alpha whose eyes were a stormy mirror, truly be my brother… returned from the shadows of the past?