A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Freya’s POV

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Even the memory of that forbidden chamber in the Whitmor estate–its stench of secrets, of chains, of blood–and the lash marks across Silas’s back, made bile rise in my throat. My revulsion toward his father, Cassian Whitmor, had long since calcified into something darker than hate.

And yet, when Silas’s eyes found mine now, steady and searching, the words I wanted to say caught in my throat.

“So…” His voice was low, almost careful, as if testing unfamiliar ground. “Does this mean… we’re officially together?”

I blinked. The question stunned me into silence.

Yesterday, in front of Caelum, Silas had declared himself as my mate, my boyfriend. I’d scolded him afterward, told him never to say something so reckless again. And now? Suddenly it had shifted into… this? Into something real?

“I only said that earlier because…” I trailed, fumbling for clarity.

“I know.” He cut me off before I could untangle the knot in my chest. “I know you spoke those words to my father out of pity

for the way he tried to strip me bare in front of you. I know you wanted to shield me. But Freya…” His dark gaze locked with mine, haunted yet desperate. “Even if it began as pity, can’t you grant me a chance? A chance to walk this path with you. To call it… courtship. To call it love.”

My tongue stilled.

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The silence between us stretched taut, straining like a bowstring.

“Or,” he pressed, voice quieter now, “are you saying that every word you spoke to Cassian was a lie?”

“No!” My response came swift, fierce, instinctive. Then I faltered, breath catching. “No. It wasn’t a lie. I meant it.”

His chest rose in a sharp breath, waiting.

I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and forced myself forward. “If you truly want this–if you want us- -then we set terms. A pact between wolves. I won’t bind myself to anyone without clear ground beneath our paws.”

His lips curved, faint but unshakable. “Name them.”

“First,” I said, my voice firm, “if one day you decide this doesn’t work, if we no longer fit… then we part in peace. No claws, no blood. We walk away without dragging each other into the dirt.”

“Agreed.” He didn’t hesitate.

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“Second,” I continued, my heart tightening, “if another catches your eye, even while we are bound, I want the truth. Tell me plainly. Do not hide it. I won’t cling. I won’t beg. I refuse to repeat the mistake I made with Caelum.”

At the sound of Caelum’s name, Silas’s jaw tightened. His nostrils flared, his wolf bristling with something territorial. But he gave a curt nod. “Agreed.”

And somewhere along the way, I had begun to admire him. To ache for him. To feel my pulse race when his presence drew

near.

Perhaps I did care for him. Perhaps I even… liked him.

Better to embrace that truth than keep resisting it like a coward.

The

moment my words settled, Silas’s face transformed.

It was as though sunlight had cracked through a storm. A smile–radiant, unrestrained, utterly unguarded–broke across his features. It reached his eyes, his entire being, reshaping the sharp planes of his face into something startlingly beautiful.

I had never seen him like that before.

It was blinding.

And for a heartbeat, I forgot the lash marks, the chains, the shadow of Cassian Whitmor.

All I saw was Silas Whitmor smiling at me as if I had just handed him the world.

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