Chapter 62: A Mother’s Intervention
Chapter 62: A Mother’s Intervention
(Freya’s POV)
Sarah’s voice carried through the phone. “Aaron, how is everything at the medical facility?”
Aaron kept his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel firm. “We’re on our way there now,” he replied evenly. “We’re bringing Grandmother home.”
There was a pause–brief but heavy. “Home?” Sarah’s tone lifted slightly with curiosity. “Did something
happen to change the plan? I was under the impression she’d be staying at the facility until she was ready for
the surgery.”
“The healers approved it,” Aaron answered shortly, his tone leaving little room for further questioning. “She’ll be more comfortable back at the pack house.”
Sarah’s hesitation was subtle but noticeable. “I see. Is Freya with you?”
Aaron raised his hand briefly, gesturing toward the phone, as if passing the responsibility to me. My throat tightened at the sudden attention. Clearing it quickly, I leaned slightly toward the phone on speaker.
“Yes, Mrs. Steel,” I said, keeping my tone formal yet respectful.
“Ah, Freya,” Sarah said warmly, her tone softening at the sound of my voice. “I just wanted to thank you directly. What you’ve done for Elder Katherine… it means the world to us. Richard and I have been so tied up with negotiations, but knowing you’re there for her gives me peace of mind.”
Heat rose to my cheeks. “It’s my duty as Luna,” I managed, reciting the words that had become second nature
to me.
“No,” Sarah said gently, cutting through my practiced response, “it’s far more than duty. You’ve shown real compassion and care for our family.”
Bella stirred within me, her tail wagging slightly at the rare acknowledgment. But I quickly pushed the feeling aside. Gratitude didn’t change the reality of my situation–or the fleeting nature of my role in this family. Soon, I wouldn’t even be Luna.
“Thank you,” I said simply, unsure how else to respond.
Sarah seemed satisfied and moved on. “Aaron, your father and I won’t be visiting tonight. It seems you’ve .handled things perfectly, as always.” A small pause followed. “But we’ll join you all for pack dinner tomorrow.
There are some matters we need to discuss.”
Aaron nodded, though the gesture went unseen by her. “Understood.”
With that, the conversation came to a close. Sarah’s farewell was brief but warm, as always. Aaron disconnected the call and settled the phone into the center console.
Silence filled the car once more, but it wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating, loaded with unsaid words and tangled emotions.
I couldn’t hold my thoughts back any longer. “The surgery being postponed…” I started, my voice hesitant, breaking the quiet. “It means the mate bond severance has to be delayed too.”
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Aaron’s golden eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror, meeting mine briefly before returning to the road. For a moment, he said nothing.
“That was my intention,” he said finally, his tone low and steady.
His words caught me off guard. “What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t the right time,” he said, his voice cryptically terse.
I frowned, unease crawling over me. “And how do you plan to explain that to Caroline?”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his knuckles blanching under the strain. Instead of answering, he spoke coldly, “That’s my affair.”
His curt dismissal stung more than I wanted to admit. Before my anger could rise, the car rolled to a stop in front of the pack house, and I took the opportunity to escape.
I pushed the door open and stepped out, the cool evening air rushing to greet me. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to steady my breathing. Behind me, I could hear the car door shutting and his footsteps
following.
Martha Wilson, the diligent housekeeper, stood just beyond the gates, her expression one of eager anticipation. But as her gaze shifted between Aaron and me, her smile faltered.
“Welcome back, Alpha, Luna,” she greeted formally, though her brow creased with concern. “Elder Katherine’s accommodations are ready as you requested, Luna.”
“Thank you, Martha,” I said briskly, offering her a polite nod before brushing past to examine the preparations myself. I needed a distraction–anything to pull my focus away from Aaron’s cold walls and the weight of everything unsaid between us.
“Martha,” I called back over my shoulder, my tone softening slightly. “Have the east wing’s guest room been arranged with calming plants?”
“Yes, Luna,” she confirmed.
“And the curtains?” I pressed.
“We changed them to the blue you requested,” she assured, stepping closer. “The diffuser is already running with the recommended scent mixture.”
Relief seeped into my tired muscles. At least something was going according to plan.
I spent the next hour overseeing the setup for Elder Katherine’s room. Calming lavender plants were placed strategically, their light, soothing fragrance filling the air. The curtains were drawn wide open, allowing the soft moonlight to filter into the room. Aromatherapy diffusers hummed quietly in the corners, releasing hints of chamomile meant to ease her mind and body.
Everything was as perfect as it could be, but part of me wondered if it would be enough.
At the medical facility, Elder Katherine greeted us with a mix of emotions coloring her face–joy at the idea of going home, but also a trace of apprehension. I couldn’t blame her. The pack house carried the weight of history, expectations, and memories of a time when she was Alpha female.
“Everything’s ready,” I told her gently, kneeling beside her wheelchair. “Aaron packed your belongings, and we’ll take care of the rest once we’re home.”
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She looked at me with tired but grateful eyes. “You’ve done too much already, dear.”
I shook my head, my hands firm on the handles of her chair. “It’s still not enough.”
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Aaron approached, carrying her bags silently. His presence was commanding as always, but I hardly spared him a glance. I was too focused on Elder Katherine’s well–being.
As I guided her toward our vehicle, I spoke softly. “Have you completed your evening routine? The staff didn’t
mention-”
“The nurses were busy,” Elder Katherine admitted quietly.
“That’s alright,” I assured her quickly. “We’ll handle everything at the pack house. Martha has run a warm bath for your arrival, and I’ve made certain your favorites are waiting for you.”
Her lips twitched upward, barely forming a smile, but it was enough to ease my nerves slightly.
Once we settled her into the car, I sat beside her, keeping one hand on the armrest in case she needed
anything.
The drive back was quiet at first, but Elder Katherine’s spirit seemed to return as she gazed out the window. The city lights reflected in her eyes, giving her a youthful glow despite her frail demeanor.
“After the healers give their approval, we could visit the local markets,” I suggested with a smile.
Her head turned toward me, her eyes brightening. “I would enjoy that.”
A rare lightness filled the car, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax.
But it was short–lived. As we neared the pack house, a figure standing near the gate caught my attention. My chest tightened immediately.
Caroline.
She stood there, dressed in a pristine white dress that clung perfectly to her figure, the fabric fluttering gently in the evening breeze. Beside her, two pack quards exchanged murmured words while she nodded politely. But as our vehicle approached, the guard lifted a hand to point in our direction, drawing Caroline’s gaze directly at us.
Her head tilted slightly, her expression unreadable, but there was no mistaking the way her attention lingered. She was waiting for something–or someone.
Subconsciously, my fingers gripped the armrest tighter. Bella growled softly within me, her protective instincts flaring as she sensed my unease.
Beside me, Elder Katherine leaned forward slightly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she studied Caroline through the window’s tinted glass.
“Who is that young lady?” the elder she–wolf asked aloud, her tone inquisitive. “She seems… familiar
somehow.”
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