A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Freya’s POV

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“I came to ask you for one thing, Freya.” Caelum Grafton’s voice was low, but beneath it pulsed the authority of an Alpha used to obedience. His silver–gray eyes locked on mine, demanding an answer. “The truth. I only want the truth from your lips. Stop twisting something as sacred as a life–debt into a weapon.”

The words stung, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I tilted my head, narrowing my gaze. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin, claws scratching against bone. “You’re saying… the one who pulled you out of the Blackwater River was Aurora?”

His jaw tightened. “Yes.”

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The single syllable hit harder than a strike. He delivered it with certainty, without hesitation, as though the truth had always belonged to her.

Caelum’s eyes flickered, his shoulders straight with conviction. “You didn’t expect that, did you? I’ve known all along who saved me. Aurora was the one who pulled me out. So don’t degrade yourself further with these ridiculous lies.”

Lies. He dared to call it that.

A laugh burst from my chest, harsh and hollow. It spilled out of me uncontrollably, cutting through the night air. “Ridiculous? Lies? Oh, Caelum… tell me, which of us is the fool here?”

Because I remembered every moment.

The cold claws of the river dragging us both under.

The metallic tang of blood clouding the water.

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The desperate fight to keep his half–dead weight afloat while waves tried to break me apart.

The hours afterward, when I had to bind wounds with shaking hands, praying he’d breathe again.

And now, the wolf I saved called me a liar.

The balcony door creaked, and another voice cut through like a blade. “How shameless you are, Freya Thorne. To claim someone else’s deed–someone else’s bond–as your own. I never thought you could fall

this low.”

I turned sharply. Standing just inside the moonlight was Jocelyn Thorne, my oh–so–perfect cousin from the Metropolitan Pack, first branch of Stormveil. At her side, with her cheek still swollen from Silas‘ earlier strike, was Aurora.

They arrived together, circling like vultures, feeding off each other’s venom.

My eyes didn’t linger on Jocelyn. She was a fly buzzing against glass. Instead, my focus burned into Aurora. “So it was you. You’re the one who told him the lie–that you were the one who saved him in the river.”

Aurora’s lips parted, but she didn’t flinch. She had prepared herself for this, I could see it in the steadiness of her gaze. She must have known the moment she followed Caelum here that she’d be confronted. Her

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wolf bristled under her skin, posturing, as if daring me to challenge her.

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Her laugh grated, and Aurora joined in, her voice deceptively sweet. “Freya, you and Caelum are finished. Why waste your dignity? Do you think if you convince him you were his savior, he’ll take you back? That he’ll feel so guilty he’ll grovel for forgiveness?”

“I believe her,” Caelum said. His voice was firm, but his scent betrayed the crack in his conviction.

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Of course. When given a choice, he had never chosen me.

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My wolf snarled inside me, grief and fury colliding. But I forced my voice to stay even, laced with venom. “Caelum Grafton. Look at her. Look at Aurora.” I stepped closer, eyes locked on his. “Do you really believe she has the strength to haul your half–dead body out of a raging river? Against waves that nearly dragged me under even as I fought with every breath I had?”

Images surged through me–the endless black current, his blood clouding the water, my own lungs screaming for air as I clung to him with teeth and claws, refusing to let go.

“You think she could have done that?” My voice rose, fierce enough that even Jocelyn flinched. “She couldn’t have lasted two minutes in that current. Do you really believe Aurora’s dainty hands bore your weight while eight blades had already torn you apart?”

Silence crashed over us like a breaking wave. The night wind howled through the terrace, carrying the tension with it.

Caelum’s gaze hardened, but I saw the flicker in his eyes–the doubt he fought to suppress.

But instead of admitting it, he clung tighter to the lie.

And in that moment, I realized: it wasn’t that he truly believed Aurora’s story. It was that he couldn’t stomach the truth being mine.

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