A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Third Person’s POV

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Caelum sat in strained silence as the words of Aurora’s parents-the proud elders of the Bluemoon Pack- washed over him. Every sentence that left their mouths seemed to demand more: new clothes, new luxuries, new provisions. And in the spaces between demands, came barbed criticisms aimed at him, as though he were failing their daughter simply by existing.

His chest tightened with irritation. What gnawed at him more, however, was Aurora’s silence. She sat right beside him, listening, nodding faintly, yet not offering a single word in his defense.

Once, when he had been with Freya, it had been different-or at least, so he thought. The Freya had not crowded him with accusations or suffocating expectations. Instead, it had been his own mother, Eleanor, and his younger sister, Giselle, who had taken every opportunity to disparage Freya, assigning her endless. humiliating tasks as though testing her worth.

Caelum’s heart gave a sudden, heavy throb. Had he ever defended Freya back then? Or had he, much like Aurora now, simply remained silent?

Memory stabbed him with clarity: he had stood mute, and worse, when Freya had resisted unreasonable demands, he had accused her of being cold, ungrateful. “She’s already my mate,” he had once thought, “why not show devotion to my family?”

The recollection pressed against his chest like a boulder, making his breath shallow, painful.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, Caelum’s head was pounding. He dismissed Aurora’s parents to their chamber, then escorted Aurora herself into their private quarters. The moment the door shut, she hurled herself at him, clutching his arms with trembling hands.

“Caelum! What are we going to do?” Her voice was shrill, trembling with panic. “I’m ruined. Those reporters-they’ll twist everything. They’ll drag my name through mud again! This is all the fault of that rogue kidnapper… and Freya. They must have conspired together, planned this to destroy me!”

“There’s no proof,” Caelum answered flatly. His tone was calm, but his jaw was tight. “The rogue was acting alone. In time, the storm will pass. Scandals fade, and eyes turn elsewhere.”

Aurora’s nails bit into his sleeves as she shook her head violently. “And what about my position, Caelum? If the Capital’s Council strips me of my ‘Savior of the Flames’ commendation, Wing will sever my contract. Years of service, my whole career in the Bluemoon Airborne Wing-gone, all because of this!” Her words dripped with fury, her lips curling back like a wolf cornered.

Caelum hesitated. “If you had spoken the truth back then… about what happened to your wingmate in that fire… perhaps things wouldn’t have reached this point. People could have understood the danger, even if

Aurora shoved him hard, eyes blazing. “So now you’re defending him? That charred corpse of a comrade? You think I should’ve admitted weakness, shown I abandoned someone? Is that what you want to say?”

Caelum lifted his hands quickly, shaking his head. “No. That’s not what I meant. I only thought… if you had told the truth, perhaps you wouldn’t be celebrated as a hero, but neither would you be dragged through the mud like this.”

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“I did nothing wrong!” Aurora’s voice rose to a near-hysterical pitch. “I saved myself, I survived. That makes me worthy of the title! As for him-he was weak, unlucky. The flames consumed him, and I couldn’t waste my life for his. That is not a crime! I am not guilty!”

Her words echoed in the chamber like the growl of a wolf that refused to submit.

Caelum’s gaze darkened. Somewhere deep inside, disappointment sank its claws into him. The image of the noble, fearless she-wolf he once admired was crumbling. She was no hero carved of iron and flame. She was fragile, selfish-something far different from the woman he had wanted to believe in.

“Caelum!” Aurora lunged forward again, clutching his wrists so tightly it felt as though iron manacles bound him. “Promise me. Promise you’ll stand by me, always. No matter what.”

No. He couldn’t bear the thought. He would not allow it. The mere idea of Freya leaving him was unthinkable.

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Chapter 209

The soft rap of knuckles startled him. “Who’s there?” His voice snapped like a whip.

“It’s me,” came the gentle reply.

The door creaked open, and Freya stepped into the study.

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Color drained from Silas’s face. Instinctively, he tried to sweep the photographs and files into a drawer. But his fingers, betraying him, fumbled. The pile slipped and scattered.

Papers fluttered across the carpet. Photographs spilled like fallen leaves, spreading in every direction.

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