A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 381

Trapped in You by Morrison Lee: Shadows of Our Love 381 Summary

In the lobby of Ironhold Tower, tensions erupt as Jenny aggressively questions the honor of Freya’s parents, provoking a sharp response. Before Jenny can finish her insult, Silas, the Ironclad Alpha, unexpectedly slaps her across the face with brutal precision, stunning everyone present. This rare display of public violence from Silas shocks the crowd and leaves Jenny trembling and bleeding, her arrogance replaced by disbelief.

Silas calmly warns Jenny that the Williams Pack’s reputation and survival depend on respect and caution outside their own territory. When Jenny accuses Silas of having a connection to Freya, he coldly denies any personal feelings but makes it clear that he will sever all ties with the Williams Pack if they do not disown Jenny. This declaration threatens to blacklist the entire family from the Ironclad Coalition, causing panic and disbelief among those present, especially Parker.

Jenny lashes out, accusing Silas of acting out of love for Freya, but Silas denies this, stating he despises Jenny. He then leaves the room, with his assistant Wren following hesitantly, revealing a rare moment where Silas acts on principle rather than pure calculation. Freya reflects on Silas’s respect for her fallen parents, soldiers honored by the Ironclad, understanding that his defense was rooted in loyalty to their legacy rather than personal affection.

As the situation settles, Freya prepares to face the consequences of the confrontation, determined to handle the fallout herself. Lana advises her to proceed with the upcoming bidding event, warning that the chaos could jeopardize their chances. Meanwhile, Jenny clings to Parker, desperate and fearful of the repercussions now threatening the Williams family’s standing within the powerful Coalition.

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Chapter 381

Freya’s Perspective

“What martyrs?” Jenny spat, her voice sharp and grating, echoing harshly through the cavernous lobby of Ironhold Tower. “Don’t tell me your parents were some kind of noble heroes. If they were, they probably weren’t anything special. That so-called ‘martyr’ title? Who even knows if it’s real—”

Before she could finish, a sharp slap sliced through the air.

But this time, it wasn’t me.

It was Silas.

The Ironclad Alpha himself had closed the distance in a single, decisive step. His gloved hand landed with brutal precision across Jenny’s cheek, leaving a vivid red mark. The impact spun her halfway around, her heels scraping loudly against the gleaming marble floor as she nearly lost her balance. She caught herself just in time, bracing against a nearby column. A thin line of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, stark and undeniable.

For a suspended moment, time seemed to freeze. Even the security guards stood motionless, breaths caught mid-air. I felt my heart seize in my chest, stunned alongside everyone else. Silas—the man who never raised his voice, who treated every encounter like a calculated negotiation—had just struck someone openly, in public.

Jenny clutched her cheek, trembling. “You—you hit me?” Her arrogance dissolved, replaced by raw disbelief.

Silas didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. His voice dropped to a low, deadly calm.

“Looks like the Williams Pack never taught you how to survive beyond your own walls,” he said coldly. “Out here, you learn to watch your words.”

Wren, Silas’s assistant, immediately stepped forward with a handkerchief. Silas accepted it with a detached grace, wiping his hand as if erasing something filthy. There was no sign of regret or hesitation—only the cold, measured precision that reminded everyone why the Ironclad Coalition both feared and respected him.

Jenny’s face flushed a deep crimson, a mix of fury and humiliation. “Mr. Whitmor,” she stammered, “you said earlier you had no connection to Freya Thorne!”

Silas’s eyes flicked toward me briefly—a sharp, icy glance full of that mercury-grey chill—then shifted away. “That’s true,” he said evenly. “But that doesn’t give you the right to insult the dead of my homeland.”

His words hit harder than his hand ever could.

Jenny’s face drained of color. “You—you can’t be serious! I’m part of the Williams Family! I’m a guest of the Ironclad Coalition! You can’t just hand me over to the authorities—”

Silas’s gaze remained unwavering. “Unless the Williams Pack formally disowns you,” he said with frost in his tone, “the Coalition will sever all ties. From this day forward, any Pack or business that associates with the Williams will be blacklisted by the Ironclad.”

“What?” Parker’s voice cracked through the stunned silence, his composure visibly shaken. Even he hadn’t anticipated this.

Jenny looked as if the ground had opened beneath her feet. “You’re—doing this because of her?” she screamed, pointing a trembling finger at me. “You’re in love with that Thorne bitch, aren’t you? You’d destroy an entire family for her!”

A heavy silence fell like a blade cutting through the room. Every wolf froze.

After a beat, Lana gave a reluctant nod and strode toward the glass doors of the tower, muttering curses under her breath about entitled noble-born wolves.

I remained rooted in place, surrounded by the heavy silence that settled after Silas’s departure. The air still held a faint trace of his scent—cold metal, cedar, and the promise of a brewing storm.

Jenny clung to Parker’s sleeve, panic unraveling her voice. “You have to help me,” she hissed desperately. “You can’t let him do this. If the Coalition blacklists the Williams, your father will destroy us both!”

Conclusion

The charged confrontation left an indelible mark on everyone present, revealing the depth of Silas’s complex loyalty and the fierce protection he holds for the memory of those who sacrificed everything. His unexpected defense of Freya’s parents, though not born of love for her, underscored an unyielding code of honor that transcends personal grievances. In this moment, the cold, calculating Alpha showed a rare glimpse of vulnerability tied not to passion, but to respect for legacy and sacrifice—a silent vow that some bonds are unbreakable, even amidst fractured relationships.

Freya stands at the crossroads of past and present, caught in the turbulent aftermath of this volatile exchange. The weight of her parents’ legacy and Silas’s stern justice presses heavily upon her, yet she remains resolute, ready to face the consequences of her actions with quiet strength. As the bidding begins and the world around her continues to shift, the shadows of love, loyalty, and loss intertwine, leaving her with a profound understanding of the sacrifices demanded by honor—and the price of survival in a world ruled by power and pride.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

The tension left hanging in the air promises a storm of consequences that will ripple through the lives of everyone involved. Freya’s unexpected defense by Silas, despite their fractured past, hints at deeper layers of loyalty and honor that bind them beyond personal grievances. As the Ironclad Coalition’s power moves begin to unfold, alliances will be tested and old wounds reopened, forcing Freya to confront not just external threats but the lingering complexities of her relationship with Silas.

Meanwhile, Jenny’s desperate pleas and the looming threat of the Williams Pack’s blacklisting suggest a fierce struggle for survival within the wolf packs’ intricate political landscape. Freya’s resolve to face the chaos head-on, even at great personal risk, sets the stage for intense confrontations and emotional reckonings. The next chapter will delve into the fallout of Silas’s actions and the fragile balance of power, leaving readers eager to see how Freya navigates the treacherous path ahead.