A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Third Person’s POV

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Caelum stood rigidly in the fading sunlight, eyes locked on Freya as her figure disappeared toward the edge of the parking lot. His chest heaved, the tension of the moment pressing down like a heavy wolf’s paw. He didn’t approach her for Eleanor or for Giselle; the matter of Giselle insulting Freya was her own to bear. No, he had come for himself, driven by regret gnawing at his core.

“Freya…” His voice wavered slightly, low and earnest. “I didn’t come for my mother or my sister. Giselle will face the consequences of her own actions. I… I just wanted to apologize. I hope you can forgive me. If I had known you were my savior, the one who saved my life, I would have cherished you above anyone else!”

Freya stopped, her gaze calm, the wolf in her eyes unwavering. She tilted her head, an almost imperceptible smirk on her lips, though her amber eyes were sharp as a hawk’s talons.

“Do you not believe me?” Caelum pressed, heart pounding, clawing at the heavy weight of three years of mistakes.

Freya’s laugh was soft but sharp, carrying the authority of a wolf Alpha who had endured far too much. “So, if I am your savior, then you would have cherished me. But if I weren’t, all the ways you treated me during our three years of marriage… none of it would have been wrong, correct?”

Caelum’s brow furrowed, confusion and regret twisting his features. “I… I’m just saying, I truly regret how I treated you. Freya, I… I really regret it.”

Freya’s gaze hardened, voice dripping with disgust. “Caelum Grafton… you are truly a despicable man.”

“What?” he whispered, stunned.

“Your so–called regret,” she continued, sharp as a wolf’s fang, “exists only because you discovered I saved your life. If I hadn’t, you would have felt nothing. If saving a life matters so much to you, if repaying a debt is all that dictates your conscience, then you should have made that clear from the beginning. You should have married only your savior.”

His chest tightened, guilt weighing heavier with each word. “But… my savior… is you.”

Freya stepped closer, letting the evening wind swirl around her, wolf instincts flaring as she assessed the Alpha before her. “And if it hadn’t been me, Caelum? Then I would have been left to wither in our marriage, ignored by you, subjected to manipulation and control. All these

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years… your feelings for Aurora, because she didn’t save your life, evaporated into nothing?”

Caelum froze, speechless, caught in the feral teeth of her logic.

“Caelum,” Freya continued, voice low and sharp, a predator pacing its territory, “if your emotions hinge solely on who saves your life, then perhaps you should throw yourself into the river again, see who rescues you next. Only this time… do not make the mistake of misidentifying your savior.”

With that, she turned, every motion radiating control and authority. Freya Thorne, Alpha of her own destiny, wolf–blooded and untouchable, slid into the vehicle waiting at the edge of the lot. Lana Rook followed without hesitation, their presence exuding the same lethal grace as Iron Fang Recon Unit operatives moving through a battlefield. The car glided forward, tires humming against the asphalt, leaving Caelum standing frozen, the last vestiges of the sun fading behind him.

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observing Victor at the desk. “Uncle,” Kade drawled, “you called me here just to watch you work?”

Victor, reviewing files with methodical precision, finally looked up. “Kade… what is relationship with Lana?”

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“Friends,” Kade replied, voice cool and measured. Without Freya, he and Lana would have had no connection at all.

“Just friends?” Victor’s eyes narrowed, wolfish suspicion flickering in his gaze.

“What else?” Kade’s lips curved into a sly grin. “Do you expect me to be… more than friends with her?”

Victor paused, letting the weight of years of wolf instinct, pack hierarchy, and human emotion filter through his mind. Slowly, he spoke, “Do not entertain thoughts of her.”

Kade nearly fell off the sofa, laughter bubbling up. His uncle truly thought Lana was some sacred prize, untouchable. “Relax. I have no interest in her. Honestly, Uncle… are you still holding a flame for her? Hoping to rekindle something?”

Victor’s response was a simple, sharp nod. “Yes.”

Even after years, even after separation, Lana lingered in his mind. Seeing her enter a hotel with Kade had sent a sting of green–hot jealousy through him, raw as wolf–fire. His obsession, unshaken by time or distance, remained.

He remembered every moment of her: the way she moved, the way her amber eyes cut through the shadows of his thoughts, the wolfish elegance that left a permanent mark on his heart. Even now, separated by miles and duty, the pull of her presence was undeniable, irrepressible–a predator’s mark on his soul.

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