A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260

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Kade’s amber eyes were fixed on Silas, and Lana frowned, stepping closer. “Kade, you’ve had enough already! Don’t drink too much–I don’t want to have to carry a drunk wolf out of here later.”

Kade’s lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze didn’t waver from Silas as his fingers tapped nervously against his glass.

Silas finally set his own glass down and reached for Freya. “Freya’s had enough for tonight. I’ll take her home.” His voice was calm, authoritative, like the Alpha of Ironclad Coalition he truly

was.

“Fine, you take her first,” Lana said quickly, stepping aside. She had no desire to see Kade’s

flare into chaos; he was stubborn when he drank, and unpredictable when drunk.

temper

Silas’s hand found Freya’s, steadying her as they moved toward the sleek waiting vehicle outside. Lana’s gaze followed them, frustration and amusement mingling in her sharp features. “Really, Kade? She’s with Silas now–you know that, right?”

Kade let out a bitter laugh, the sound rough around the edges. “I know,” he admitted. “I know all of it. I just… I can’t help it. I met Freya first. I should have spoken sooner, acted sooner. Maybe then…” His voice trailed off, swallowed by the warm haze of alcohol and regret.

“Freya only sees you as a brother, Kade,” Lana said flatly, stepping closer, her tone warning. “And if you try anything foolish–if you even try to interfere with Silas and Freya–I swear I won’t go easy on you.”

Kade’s head tilted lazily, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Go easy on me?” His voice dripped mockery. “You really think you have that power? Or are you planning to send my little uncle after me?”

Lana froze mid–step. “Don’t–don’t bring him up in front of me! I’ve got nothing to do with him anymore!”

Kade’s laugh was low, dark, and teasing. “Nothing to do with him? Lana, for the sake of your friendship with Freya, I could remind your uncle of a few things. He’s nostalgic, obsessed with what he loves. My mother says he used to cling to a single toy when he was a boy. Sleep with it, no matter how tattered or broken it became. When my grandmother tried to throw it away… he went after it himself, rummaging through the trash without making a sound.”

Lana blinked, incredulous. “He… searched through trash? That doesn’t sound like him at all.”

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Kade’s smirk widened. “Of course he did. And he didn’t find it at first. Got scolded, too, but he didn’t give up. Told the adults that if he didn’t find it, he’d come back to the dumpster every day until he did.”

“That’s… stubborn.” Lana murmured, clearly impressed despite herself.

“Exactly,” Kade said, leaning back, glass in hand. “Eventually, the adults had to help him find it. Even then, the wheels were broken, the paint chipped, but he took it apart. Piece by piece. He never let anyone else touch it. Why? Because it was his. He loved it. Destroyed it rather than letting it go to someone else.”

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Caelum’s face darkened, eyes narrowing into slits. “Investment? Do you even realize that my company’s cash flow is on the brink of collapse? And you spent money… on this? Do you want to see me ruin myself completely?”

Giselle clutched the papers closer, slightly pale but defiant. “Brother, mother spent a fortune. Surely you can at least humor her?”

Caelum’s wolf growl reverberated low in his throat, a warning and a curse rolled into one. His mind churned with fury–not just at his mother, but at every injustice that had been piled upon him: Freya’s departure, Aurora’s manipulation, the chaos in his finances. The wolf within him stirred, claws unsheathed, craving vengeance.

Every shred of civility and human restraint was being tested tonight. And in the cold, sterile light of his mansion’s study, Caelum felt the full weight of his failures–both as an Alpha, and as a man who had underestimated the wolves around him.

He picked up the top sheet of the profiles and slammed it down on the mahogany table. The paper rattled like distant thunder. “I don’t want women. I don’t want introductions. I want control–over my company, over my life. Over everything that’s mine!”

Giselle and Eleanor flinched. Even they, used to Caelum’s temper and commanding presence, sensed the predatory storm building. In that moment, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack was not just a man; he was a wolf cornered, his pride and territory violated, and nothing–no matchmaking, no maternal interference–would satisfy the hunger for retribution simmering deep within him.