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Chapter 35: Confrontations and Care
Chapter 55 Confrontations and Care
(Frys’s POV)
Aarons golden wolf eyes narrowed, locking onto mine like a predator hunting prey “Did you come to the Silver Moon Bar last night? His voice was low but sharp, each word carefully measured, saturated with
accusation
This gaze without flinching, though the tension between us felt suffocating “Who told you that?” asked eeping my tone deliberately calm, as if the question didn’t matter–but it did.
His jow tightened, the muscles flexing as a flicker of anger sparked in his eyes. He didn’t answer my question, but I knew it wasn’t rhetorical. He was baiting me, trying to gauge my reaction. My wolf, Bella, stirred within me uneasy but staying quiet.
“Chris called me about your condition,” I said, choosing my words precisely. There was no softness in my tone–just cold certainty. “But no, I did
come.”
Aaron’s brow furrowed as he studied me. “Really?” His wolf Logan surfed just below the surface, its presence radiating distrust and irritation.
I folded my arms across my chest. 7 did consider sending Martha Wilson to check on you,” I continued, my voice light as if I were discussing the weather. “But why bother? It was late, and I assumed your pack allies would be taking care of you.
I offered him a small, faint smile. “I’m sure they’ve done it before. Haven’t they?”
That faint smile tipped his barely controlled anger ever closer to the edge. “Your sarcastic little remarks don’t suit you,” he growled, his words like an audible snarl. Logan’s displeasure seeped into his tone.
I met his glare with a pointed stare of my own. “Regardless, I didn’t go.” I let out a thin sigh, feigning exasperation. “Though I must say, it’s touching someone thought I might care enough to rush to your side.” Aaron’s eyes glinted dangerously. I wasn’t sure if his anger–or his pride–would explode first. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Lowering my arms, I tilted my head at him, pretending confusion. I’m asking one simple thing. Aaron. Have you told your pack allies the truth about us yet? Or are they just covering for you, trying to protect the illusion of the perfect mate bond?”
His hand shot out, grabbing mine with a wolf’s speed and strength. The grip was tight–too tight–and pain immediately raced up my arm. His control was slipping. fueled by Logan’s flaring dominance
“Enough games, Freya.” His eyes burned golden, his voice trembling with restrained fury. “We both know how hard you’re trying to push me. What are you trying to prove?”
I said nothing, staring at his hand squeezing mine with too much force. His grip was about dominance, not affection. My wolf Bella whimpered inwardly, wanting to snarl back, but I forced her to stay calm.
After a moment of silence, I said evenly, “If we’re going to keep up this farce, you should make sure your friends know the truth. It’d save them the trouble of calling me in the middle of the night, worried about their Alpha’s presumed ‘caring mate.”
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Chapter 35: Confrontations and Care
Chapter 35. Confrontations and Care
(Freya’s POV)
Aaron’s golden wolf eyes narrowed, locking onto mine like a predator hunting prey Did you come to the Silver Moon Bar last night?” His voice was low but sharp, each word carefully measured, saturated with
accusation
I met his gaze without flinching, though the tension between us felt suffocating “Who told you that? asket keeping my tone deliberately calm, as if the question didn’t matter–but it did
His jaw tightened, the muscles flexing as a flicker of anger sparked in his eyes. He didn’t answer my question but I knew it wasn’t thetorical. He was baiting me, trying to gauge my reaction. My wolf, Bella, timed within me, uneasy but staying quiet.
“Chris called me about your… condition,” I said, choosing my words precisely. There was no softness in my tone–just cold certainty. “But no, I didn’t come”
Aaron’s brow furrowed as he studied me “Really?” His wolf Logan surfed just below the surface, its presence radiating distrust and irritation.
I folded my arms across my chest. “I did consider sending Martha Wilson to check on you, I continued, my voice light as if I were discussing the weather. “But why bother? It was late, and I assumed your pack allies would be taking care of you.”
I offered him a small, faint smile. “I’m sure they’ve done it before. Haven’t they?”
That faint smile tipped his barely controlled anger ever closer to the edge. “Your sarcastic little remarks don’t suit you,” he growled, his words like an audible snarl. Logan’s displeasure seeped into his tone
I met his glare with a pointed stare of my own “Regardless, I didn’t go.” I let out a thin sigh, feigning exasperation. “Though I must say, it’s touching someone thought I might care enough to rush to your side”
Aaron’s eyes glinted dangerously I wasn’t sure if his anger–or his pride–would explode first. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Lowering my arms, I tilted my head at him, pretending confusion. I’m asking one simple thing, Aaron Have you told your pack allies the truth about us yet? Or are they just covering for you, trying to protect the illusion of the perfect mate bond?”
His hand shot out, grabbing mine with a wolf’s speed and strength. The grip was tight–too tight–and pain immediately raced up my arm. His control was slipping, fueled by Logan’s flaring dominance
“Enough games, Freya” His eyes burned golden, his voice trembling with restrained fury. “We both know how hard you’re trying to push me. What are you trying to prove?”
I said nothing, staring at his hand squeezing mine with too much force. His grip was about dominance, not affection. My wolf Bella whimpered inwardly, wanting to snarl back, but I forced her to stay calm.
After a moment of silence, I said evenly. “If we’re going to keep up this farce, you should make sure your friends know the truth. It’d save them the trouble of calling me in the middle of the night, worried about their Alpha’s presumed ‘caring mate.”
has confrontation
Aaron’s wolf strength surged, and the bones in my hand warned of their limits as his grip hardened further i clenched my teeth, refusing to show him the pain. I wouldn’t let him see me weak now His eyes flickered with conflict for a fleeting moment before anger surged again. Without warning, he flung my hand away like it had
burned him.
I stumbled back but stayed upright, refusing to stagger. He turned sharply and stormed off, his shoulders stiff and his steps hard, making the floor creak under the force of his strides.
I stared down at my hand, watching it tremble slightly from the pain. A deep, red mark stood where his fingers had been. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, steadying myself. Bella growled softly within me but stayed quiet as my mind ran through more pressing matters.
These encounters would only grow more frequent–they had to. With our w****y visits to Elder Katherine, I would need to get used to this cycle of tension and veiled hostility.
As I approached the wolf healer’s office, the sound of two voices caught my attention. I slowed my steps, and my enhanced hearing picked up Dr. Anderson’s familiar tone.
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“Her recovery roceeding what we initially projected, he said, his voice both cautious and optimistic.
“Assuming there are no further complications, we may be able to move the surgery up by two weeks.”
I didn’t intrude, instead lingering outside the office just long enough to hear a few more acknowledgments between the staff and the healer. Satisfied this was progress for Elder Katherine, I turned to the hallway leading back to her chambers. On the way. Nurse Thompson crossed paths with me, holding a tablet filled
with data.
“Good evening, Luna Freya,” she greeted, pausing to dip her head respectfully.
“Did you manage to compile the data I requested?” I asked, forcing my tone back into the measured calm!
needed to project
“Yes, everything is here.” She gestured to the tablet she carried. Together, we ducked into a nearby sitting area for privacy, where I examined the data
Bar graphs and numbers stared back at me, each detail meticulously recorded: Elder Katherine’s meal intakes, her sleep patterns, and notes on her wolf vitals over recent weeks
“You see, Luna,” Nurse Thompson began, pointing at the charts. “Her fluctuations in mood have stayed within a healthy range, both for her human side and wolf counterpart. There are no inconsistencies.”
I nodded slowly, carefully scrutinizing the charts. My intuition had picked up slight changes in her recent moods, but none of this corroborated those impressions
“Perhaps I’ve been overly worried,” I admitted after a moment. “Still, I’ll need these records printed out for
future review.”
“I’ll prepare the document immediately,” she assured me, bowing before leaving.
I didn’t linger. I needed to return. Elder Katherine’s chambers were just down the hall, and as I pushed the door open, I stopped short at the sight of Aaron seated by her side. The two were speaking softly, her frail hand clasped securely in his. He smiled at her–genuinely smiled–and I felt a pang in my chest.
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For a fleeting moment, I saw the Aaron of my childhood. Not the Alpha, not the husband of political
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arrangement, but the boy who’d once swore he’d protect me.
Bella whimpered quietly, but I shoved her emotions away. This wasn’t the time
Aaron looked up as I stepped inside. Our eyes met briefly before I looked away, unwilling to reveal my inner turmoil. He didn’t say anything, returning his full attention to Elder Katherine.
I joined them, sitting on the other side of her chair. We played the perfect couple again, careful smiles and soft touches forming the facade we’d built for her sake. To anyone watching, we looked like two halves of a well–bonded Alpha pair.
As the sky darkened into evening, Elder Katherine clapped her frail hands together. “Now, you two have spent enough time here. Go home and enjoy the night together. You should be taking time for yourselves, not hovering over an old wolf like me.”
“Actually,” I interjected, avoiding Aaron’s gaze deliberately. “I’m on leave from pack duties for now. I thought I’d take the opportunity to visit daily while I have the time.”
Her lined face brightened momentarily, but the smile quickly faded into something cautious–even worried. “Oh no, dear, you shouldn’t do that. A strong Luna like you doesn’t belong spending too much time in a place for sick wolves. It’s… it’s not good for your aura.”
Her words struck me harder than I expected. For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was she pushing me away for my sake, or for hers? Did she feel that keeping distance was necessary because of her condition, or was there something deeper in her words?
Before I could muster a reply, Aaron smoothly took over. “Grandmother,” he said with that practiced charm that came so easily to him, “you’re hardly sick anymore. Dr. Anderson says your recovery is going so well, they might move up the surgery. You’ll be back home before you know it.”
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