A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275

Third Person’s POV

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The moment Victor stepped into the bar’s private lounge, the noise that had filled the space seemed to collapse into silence.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned his way. It wasn’t intentional–he simply carried that kind of presence. The kind that silenced laughter, froze movement, and forced every wolf in the room to acknowledge his arrival.

Lana sat at the head of the long velvet couch, a glass of blood–red wine in her hand. Around her, several of her company’s subordinates were still mid–toast, the remnants of their celebration clinking faintly before tapering off. On the opposite side of the lounge, a cluster of hired male companions shifted uncomfortably, their bright smiles faltering under the weight of Victor’s gaze.

Lana blinked, surprised, then rolled her eyes as if the sight of him were an inconvenience rather than the storm he truly was. She leaned back in her seat, legs crossed, lips curved in a lazy smile.

Victor ignored the rest of the room and strode directly toward her, his dark gaze unyielding.

“So this is your idea of a night out?” His voice was low, edged with ice. “Since when did you develop this habit, Lana?”

She arched a brow, feigning carelessness. But her glance swept the lounge, noting the startled looks on her employees‘ faces. Tonight had been meant as a celebration–a contract signed, a step forward in their hunt for dominance. She had brought her people here to drink, to bask in victory, and yes, to enjoy the company of well- trained male models. Why not? Wolves worked hard; wolves celebrated harder.

She tilted her glass, watching the crimson swirl. “And what brings you here, Victor? Did the Capital Alpha’s prized lawyer suddenly forget what privacy means?”

His gaze sharpened. “I asked first.”

The tension between them pulsed like a live wire. A subordinate finally broke the silence, whispering from Lana’s left, “Lana, who… who is this?”

Lana frowned, unwilling to let anyone glimpse the truth of her history with him. “Just a lawyer I know,” she said coolly.

Without waiting for another question, she stood, heels clicking against the polished floor. She grabbed Victor’s wrist and pulled him out of the lounge before anyone else could speak. The heavy door closed behind them, muffling the thrum of music.

Out in the dim hallway, she spun on him, her eyes flashing. “Why are you here, Victor? What’s your real purpose?”

But Victor wasn’t one to be cornered. His voice was maddeningly calm, his expression composed in that infuriating way she remembered all too well. “I told you already. Answer mine first.”

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4:41 pm

Chapter 275

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Lana clenched her teeth, fury boiling in her chest. Talking to Victor was like battling a wall of iron–unyielding, suffocating. She cursed herself inwardly. How had she ever been so foolish to entangle herself with him?

Then her gaze lifted to his face, that cursedly perfect face–sharp cheekbones, lips carved like stone, eyes that seemed to strip away every pretense. She sighed inwardly. Right. That was why.

“Fine,” she said at last, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “It’s normal, isn’t it? Wolves come to bars, they drink, they enjoy themselves. Sometimes that includes a little extra company. I started after I began making real money. Why else do we fight so hard, if not to live comfortably? To feel good?”

His eyes narrowed. “So this makes you feel good? Ordering companions to sit at your side?”

“Yes,” she shot back without hesitation. “It’s entertaining. There’s variety. Everyone likes options, don’t they?” Victor stepped closer, shadows sliding over his tall frame. “And your boyfriend doesn’t mind?”

Her smile curved slyly. “Of course not. My boyfriend’s generous. Very generous.”

The black of his gaze darkened, predatory, dangerous. He moved another step closer.

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“I don’t care who your boyfriend is,” Victor Ashford’s voice rang out, steady and cold as steel, “Leave him. Come back to me.”

Lana Rook stopped dead in her tracks. For a heartbeat, she thought she had misheard him. Slowly, she turned her head, eyes narrowing with incredulity.

A low laugh slipped past her lips. “Back to you? Impossible.”

The cigarette trembled between his fingers, ash spilling onto the floor. His control cracked for just an instant. “Why not?”

Her smile sharpened. “Because I like my boyfriend. Isn’t that reason enough? And Victor, don’t you think you sound a little arrogant? Do you truly believe I’d throw away what I have now just because you demand it? You’re not the sun. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

She folded her arms, the glitter of amusement in her eyes deliberately cruel. “Besides, haven’t you heard the saying? A good wolf doesn’t return to old hunting grounds. And compared to the fresh, green fields I enjoy now… why would I waste my time chewing on stale grass like you?”

The words landed like claws raking across his pride. His jaw tightened, the glow of the cigarette flaring as his grip nearly crushed it.

But Lana didn’t linger to see the storm gathering in his expression. She turned away, heels clicking against the stone floor, and pushed the lounge door back open. Laughter and music spilled out once again, swallowing her up.

She didn’t spare Victor another glance.

Behind her, in the dim hallway, Victor Ashford stood motionless. His shadow stretched long against the wall, cigarette burning itself out between his fingers. His expression had darkened into something dangerous, a silent vow forming in the depths of his gaze.

Lana Rook might think she could walk away. She might think she could cut him off like an old chapter in her life. But Victor knew otherwise. Wolves didn’t let go of what was theirs.

And in his heart, no matter how much she mocked him, she was still his.

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