A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

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Freya stepped out of the healer’s hall, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Silas’s expression was tense, eyes dark as he looked at her.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you had this old stomach problem?” he asked, voice low but threaded with worry.

Freya gave a small shrug, the edges of her lips curling in a faint, wry smile. “It’s nothing serious. Serving in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, you learn to expect your body will sometimes rebel. Bruises, upset stomachs, minor illnesses–they come with the territory. Do you… mind?”

“Mind?” Silas repeated, his jaw tightening. His hand gripped hers with surprising firmness, thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gesture of possessive care. “Yes, I mind. I don’t want you to suffer, not even for a moment. I want you healthy, Freya. From now on, I’ll make sure you eat properly, I’ll make sure your stomach is cared for. I won’t allow you to hurt yourself like this again.”

Freya’s chest warmed at his words. She remembered nights when she had pushed herself to the brink, working alongside Caelum Grafton for his ventures in the Bloodmoon Pack, enduring stomach cramps and severe pain without complaint. She had even visited emergency halls at midnight, yet Caelum had never looked up from contracts or strategic plans, never spared a thought for her suffering. He had always claimed it was for her future, for a better life, but love–or the lack thereof–was as clear as day when compared to Silas now.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Capital, Lana had taken Kade to a nearby lounge. Kade’s wolf prowled restlessly beneath the surface of his human form, a storm of emotion raging behind his storm–grey eyes. Lana didn’t trust him to drink alone, so she stayed, keeping her own wolf tethered, guiding him when the alcohol began to dull his sharper senses.

He slumped into the seat, the glass in his hand trembling slightly. “I’ll… I’ll call someone to pick me up,” he muttered, fumbling for his WolfComm. “I’m too… too drunk. Just… come get me at the lounge next to your office.”

Lana watched as he managed to complete the call, then poured himself another shot. Her wolf growled internally at his stubbornness. “Stop. If you drink any more, you’ll end up in the healer’s hall next.”

Kade’s stomach turned violently, and he doubled over, spewing into the ornate rug at his feet. Lana recoiled just in time, catching the smell but avoiding the mess. His wolf whimpered, ashamed, as he collapsed against the sofa, drenched in the evidence of his own recklessness.

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He studied her for a long moment. Lana pressed on, voice calm but firm. “I have no ulterior motive. Kade isn’t someone I’m interested in. Even if he were standing there half–naked, I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t think anything.”

Victor’s eyebrow arched slightly, and then he moved with decisive efficiency, lifting Kade onto his side of the sofa. “How much has he had to drink?”

“Less than three bottles,” Lana replied, leaning back slightly to watch him, aware of the commanding presence beside her. Victor’s wolf trailed Kade’s movements, a subtle undercurrent of dominance ensuring the younger wolf’s safety.

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Lana’s heart was still racing. Victor’s gaze lingered on her briefly, a silent warning and a reminder of their shared past—a past where wolves had fought, marked, and bled alongside humans, bound by territory, loyalty, and unspoken rules of