A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Third Person’s POV

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Jenny leaned in, her breath brushing against Parker’s lips, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the sharp tang of wine between them. Just as she was about to kiss him, Parker turned his head away, voice steady but distant.

“Jenny, I only see you as a sister.”

Her expression hardened, the warmth in her eyes vanishing. “A sister?” she echoed with a cold laugh. “You really think you’re one of us, don’t you?”

She shoved him back, contempt flashing across her face. “You got lucky, Parker. If it weren’t for that fire years ago–when you were half–dead and rotting in some hospital bed— Grandmother would never have mistaken you for one of our blood. My father only acknowledged you as his ‘illegitimate son‘ to keep her from collapsing. Otherwise, you’d have died there, penniless and forgotten.”

“I know,” Parker said quietly, his gaze unwavering. “That’s why I’ve never thought of myself as part of the Williams family.”

“Good,” she sneered. “Because you’d better not forget–your precious woman still depends on Williams’s money for treatment. You’re nothing but a dog fetching bones to please Grandmother.”

With that, Jenny spun on her heel and strode out of the private lounge, her heels striking the marble floor in sharp, deliberate rhythm. Someday, she swore to herself, she’d make that man kneel before her–begging.

Inside the dim room, Parker remained motionless. Only when the door clicked shut did he exhale, long and slow. He reached for his phone, the WolfComm screen lighting his tired face. His thumb moved with precision, unlocking a secure app.

A live feed appeared–grainy footage of a hospital ward. On the bed lay a young woman connected to tubes, a breathing mask covering half her face. Her pale skin gleamed faintly under the sterile light.

Parker’s fingers brushed over her image. His voice, low and rough, filled the empty room. “I’ll heal you. I swear. Just a little longer.”

He knew the truth–only by staying in Williams’s shadow could he earn enough to buy her time. Whatever he had been before, whatever memories had burned away with that fire—none of it mattered next to her life.

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Chapter 338

Silas and Kade never saw eye to eye, but on one thing they agreed: they needed Parker Williams‘ DNA.

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They had the resources, the connections, and the nerve. Silas tracked down Parker’s upcoming schedule, while Kade bribed one of the staff–a specialist in quiet jobs like this–to slip a dose into Parker’s drink. The drug would only induce drowsiness, the kind that could be mistaken for the heavy pull of strong liquor.

By the time Parker returned to his lounge to rest, the trap was already set.

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claimed his life. Not the border fire five years earlier–the one he remembered.

A shadow crossed his face. If Parker was really Eric Thorne… then every scar on his body would remind Freya of Silas’s failure–the moment he’d turned away instead of saving the boy from the flames.

Guilt twisted in his gut.

Then, suddenly, a faint sound broke the silence.

Freya froze.

Parker’s fingers twitched.

The air shifted instantly–electric, sharp, the kind of instinctual alertness that came from years of surviving in a world ruled by wolves. The sedative was wearing off.

“Damn,” Kade hissed under his breath.