A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Freya’s POV

“Well, fine,” Lana said, her voice a reluctant growl.

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I stepped out into the cool night air at the hotel’s front entrance, but instead of relief, a restless heat rippled through my veins -hotter, sharper than before. The haze–smoke’s toxin was working deeper than I’d anticipated, its claws sinking into my blood.

The smoke mixed with witch potion has limited my wolf self–healing ability.

That was when a familiar, ice–edged voice curled through the air behind me.

“Miss Thorne. What a coincidence, to meet again so soon.”

I turned. And there he was–Silas Whitmor, Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition. The moonlight caught the clean lines of his face, making them sharper, almost predatory.

Coincidence? Not quite. I’d come here tonight partly to return his jacket. But that jacket was still in Lana’s car, far from my reach.

“Waiting for someone?” His gaze lingered on me like a weight.

“Yes,” I said evenly. “A friend is bringing her car to take me to the station.” We both knew he’d heard of the incident tonight; the pack networks carried such news like wildfire.

“Then allow me to take you,” he said.

I hesitated–only for the briefest moment–and a silver–gray Maybach slid to a stop in front of us. Before I could respond, his hand closed around my wrist–cool, inexorable–and he guided me into the car.

“Wait-“I twisted toward the door, trying to push it open.

Locked. The car was already gliding away from the curb, Silas’s grip firm around my left wrist, holding me in place with casual strength.

Somewhere behind us, I caught a glimpse of Lana’s car turning into the driveway. I could almost hear her thoughts from here: What in the moon’s name is he doing with her?

I glared at Silas. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Taking you where you need to go.”

“I don’t need your help. Tell your driver to stop–I’ll go with my friend.”

“And if I insist?” His lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. His long, lean fingers tightened slightly around my wrist.

The coolness of his touch was a shock against my fevered skin, sending an involuntary shiver up my arm. My pulse jumped.

“Are you sure you want that?” His thumb brushed, feather–light, over the inside of my wrist–a predator’s deliberate test.

A jolt shot through me, quick and electric, racing from that single point of contact until it burned in my chest, my belly. The heat in me flared hotter, almost unbearable.

“You’re not well,” he murmured, his voice so close to my ear it stirred the fine hairs along my nape. “You still intend to face the enforcers like this?”

I forced the thought away. Cold. Focus. Hold the line. The haze–smoke was far more potent than I’d guessed. I needed to get it out of my system before I made a mistake I couldn’t take back.

“An antidote,” he said lightly. “Me.”

I choked. “You—”

The man didn’t even blink.

From the front seat, Wren, his secretary, and the driver both went rigid. The silence in the car thickened.

They had to be thinking what I was thinking: Silas Whitmor didn’t do this. He wasn’t the type to murmur soft offers to women–he was the Alpha who’d once told a Capital socialite to go ahead and jump off a rooftop if she thought her life wasn’t worth living without his affection. He’d even held her over the ledge when she faltered, watching her with that same detached calm until she’d ffed in terror.

That man was now offering himself as my antidote?

The thought was like a lightning strike.

“You’re not suggesting…” My voice came out low, almost a growl. “…that you mean with your body?”

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