A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

Chapter 208

Third Person’s POV

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Silass voice was hoarse, almost breaking with the weight of his confession.

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“I won’t do it again,” he whispered, pressing his larger hand over Freya’s where it rested against his cheek. His skin was fever-warm, his face brushing tenderly into her palm as though her touch alone tethered him. “Freya, I’ll listen. I’ll be good. I swear it.”

The murmur was low, raw, and yet it rang like a lover’s vow.

Freya’s breath caught. For all his reputation as the Ironclad Alpha of the Coalition, Silas now looked nothing like a predator. He seemed more like a massive hound begging for mercy, amber eyes fixed on her with such intensity it almost burned.

Her body stiffened. Saints, those eyes were dangerous-wolf-bright, shamelessly devoted, and brimming with something that clawed straight at her defenses. He was a man who could level armies, and yet here he was, clinging to her like a desperate pup.

“That… that’s good then,” she managed, throat tight, trying to pull her hand back before her heartbeat betrayed her.

But his grip remained iron around her wrist, his dominance strong yet trembling at the edges, as if he feared letting her go meant losing her forever.

“I’m thirsty,” she said quickly, searching for a way to break the moment. “Let go of me-I’ll get tea.”

“I’ll get it,” Silas countered, his voice husky. His free hand reached without hesitation, snaring the porcelain cup of herbal tea from the low table. He tilted it back, taking a mouthful, then lowered it again with deliberate slowness.

Her brows knit. “You-”

Before she could finish, he leaned in. The realization hit her a breath too late. Freya’s lips parted on instinct, and heat surged up her neck as his mouth met hers

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The kiss was not soft. It was claiming, insistent, fire laced with the faint taste of herbs. The warmth of the liquid spread between them, mingling with the molten press of his lips, until she was half convinced his intent was to brand her with proof of his devotion.

Freya should have resisted. She should have pushed him back. But when she met his gaze-pleading, reverent, so terribly afraid she’d turn him away—her willpower faltered. With a quiet sigh, she slid her free hand up, fingers curling around the back of his neck, letting him draw her deeper into the kiss.

After all… he was her mate, her chosen one. And if this was how Silas needed to prove his heart, then for once, she could indulge him.

The tea burned away, leaving only the heat of his mouth and the fierce thrum of his wolf against hers. It was fervent, consuming, a kiss that spoke of love and desperation and a bond he would fight the world to keep.

Two days later, Aurora was discharged from Medical Hall. Her injuries from the abduction had been superficial-scrapes, bruises, nothing more. She emerged from the ward with her father, Duke, her mother Emilia, and her fiancé, Caelum Grafton.

Aurora’s expression was stormy, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “That bastard who dared lay hands on me-I’ll see him rot. He humiliated me. I’ll repay him double. Caelum, I want the best trial, the harshest sentence. Find me a lawyer who’ll make sure he never breathes free air again!”

Caelum hesitated. “Aurora, that man…”

Her shrill voice was drowned beneath the reporters’ demands, their frenzy cresting until hospital guards finally forced their way through, shoving the mob back.

Aurora, hair wild and eyes wide with panic, stumbled toward the car. Emilia’s cosmetics were smeared, her prized bag crushed into ruin, one of her golden earrings bent beyond repair.

Breathless, she rounded on Caelum the moment the doors slammed shut. “And you call yourself a man? You didn’t protect me-and you didn’t even protect Aurora! She’s your fiancée!”

“I-” Caelum began, but Vaughn cut him off with a scowl.

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“This was negligence, Caelum. You should’ve anticipated the press. You should’ve had them blocked before we even left the ward.”

“Exactly,” Emilia chimed in bitterly, holding up her ruined bag. “And what of this? And my earring? If you expect to be my son-in-law, you’ll replace them. Do you know what they cost me?”

Aurora sat in silence, shoulders trembling, rage and humiliation twisting inside her chest. She had sworn she would make the world fear her again, but in this moment, she looked less like a decorated pilot and more like a wolf cornered, teeth bared but powerless.

And Caelum, for all his power as Alpha of Silverfang, could only sit in strained silence, his gaze slipping once toward Freya Thorne’s name echoing through his thoughts-wondering, perhaps, what she would have done in his place.