A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244

Chapter 244

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I pulled into the underground garage, the hum of my WolfComm silencing as I shut the engine. The air always carried that metallic tang of the city packs, but tonight it felt heavier, pressing against my chest.

When I stepped into the apartment, I froze. Silas was already there. He sat on the leather sofa, shoulders broad and posture sharp, flipping through a thick stack of documents. The light from the lamp cut across his scarred jawline, making him look every inch the Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition–unyielding, unreadable.

But the moment his eyes landed on me, all that iron melted. He dropped the papers at once

and stood.

“You’re back,” he said, voice low, carrying a weight that vibrated through the air between us.

I moved closer, my boots echoing softly against the floor. For a moment, I just looked at him, the man who had become the one constant in this chaotic world.

He hesitated, gaze narrowing as it fell on my face. “Freya… your eyes. They’re red. Have you been… crying?”

Before he could finish, something inside me snapped. I crossed the space in two strides and threw myself into his arms, burying my face deep in his chest. His scent–earth, steel, and the faint burn of wildfire–engulfed me, steadying the storm in my veins.

Silas stiffened in shock. I knew why. In his eyes, I had always been the strong one. The wolf who survived exile, betrayal, even rejection by the Silverfang Alpha Caelum. Tears were a luxury I couldn’t afford. But my eyes must have betrayed me now.

Had someone hurt me? Had the world pushed me too far? He didn’t know the truth–that the tears had fallen not from pain inflicted tonight, but from the memory of a voice I thought I’d never hear again. Eric’s voice. My brother’s laughter, carried through a fragment of drone footage from the Iron Fang Recon Unit. Five years gone, yet for a moment, it felt as if he were still alive, still here.

And then, walking into this apartment, seeing Silas sitting there, calm and waiting… the feeling hit me like a blade to the chest. Home. Not the Silverfang Pack that had chained me to Caelum. But here. With him.

My lips trembled against his shirt as I whispered, “Just… let me hold you for a while.”

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His chest rumbled with a sound almost like a growl, but it was softer–an Alpha’s vow given without words. “Alright,” he murmured. “Take all the time you need.”

I stayed like that, cocooned in his warmth, until the ache in my throat eased. Finally, I forced myself to lift my head. My eyes were burning, hazy with mist, the wolf within me pacing restlessly at the bond stirring in my core.

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My heart lurched. Before I could say another word, his arms crushed me to him, strong enough to squeeze the air from my lungs. “Freya… you can’t take that back. Not now. Not ever. You said it–you’re mine. You can’t regret it, you can’t walk away.” His voice shook, thick with desperation and something dangerously close to prayer.

I lifted a hand, stroking his back as though soothing a wolf on the edge of breaking. “I won’t regret it. I won’t take it back. I meant every word. I love you, Silas. You’re the only one.”

His breath hitched like he’d been drowning and finally found air. He buried his face against my hair, repeating my name like it was the only tether he had to reality. “Freya… Freya…”

I cupped his face, pulling back just enough to see him clearly. The strong Alpha who feared nothing—yet trembled now because of me. A tear still stained his cheek, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, brushing it away. “You told me not to cry, and now look at you.”

“I’m not sad,” he said hoarsely. “I’m… happy. Gods, Freya, I didn’t even know I could feel this happy.”

His joy was so raw, so consuming, that it wrapped around me like a second heartbeat. For the first time in years, I let myself believe in a future not chained to sorrow.

“Then let’s hold onto this,” I whispered, voice firm despite the tears burning my throat. “We’ll face everything together. And when I find Eric, I’ll tell him the truth–that you are the man I chose. The man I love.”

Silas’s wolf surged in his chest, a low growl rolling out—not a warning, but a vow. His arms locked around me once more, unbreakable. And for the first time in a long, long while, I didn’t feel alone.

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