A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276

Chapter 276

Freya’s POV

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I walked into the office the next morning and barely set my bag down before whispers began circling around me like restless wolves.

My colleagues were still buzzing about last night’s drama–apparently, a devastatingly handsome lawyer had shown up at the bar during Lana’s celebration. I hadn’t gone; Silas had kept me tangled up in another matter, so l missed the spectacle. But judging from the excitement rippling through the pack’s corridors, it had been quite the

scene.

“Freya, you should’ve seen it,” one of them said breathlessly. “That lawyer–he was… gods, I don’t even know how to describe it. Like he owned the entire room.”

My pulse skipped. There was only one wolf who carried that kind of presence.

Later, when I finally cornered Lana in her office, I leaned against the doorframe and arched a brow. “So… Victor Ashford came looking for you last night?”

She looked up, unbothered, swirling her coffee as if this weren’t news at all. “Mm. He did.”

“And? What did he want?”

She gave me a sardonic little smile. “He said he wanted us to get back together.”

My mouth fell open. “What did you say?”

Lana’s laugh was quick and sharp. “What do you think? Of course I refused. I’ve got no feelings left for him.”

I exhaled slowly. Relief unfurled in my chest, but so did a flicker of anger on her behalf. “No matter what you decide, I’ll stand with you. If he causes trouble, tell me–I’ll handle it.”

She waved me off, ever the unbothered wolf. “Relax. Victor’s proud as hell. I humiliated him once already. He’s not the type to grovel twice. I doubt I’ll see him again.”

I wanted to believe her. But men like Victor Ashford never truly let go of what they believed was theirs.

Before I could say more, a knock sounded at the door. One of the secretaries peeked in. “Freya, Alpha Caelum of the Silverfang Pack is downstairs in the lobby. He says he wants to see you.”

I froze.

Beside me, Lana’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell is he doing here? Don’t tell me he’s here to beg for his mother and sister with the trial only a week away.”

“I don’t know,” I said evenly. My chest felt tight, but I forced myself to sound detached. “Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with me.”

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Then I turned to the secretary. “Tell him I don’t have time to meet him.”

I thought that would be the end of it. But fate had sharper teeth.

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At dusk, as I left the building, Caelum Grafton himself was waiting at the gates. His tall frame cut a familiar silhouette against the evening glow, and for a heartbeat I was pulled back years–back when he was mine and i was still foolish enough to believe in promises.

“Freya,” he said, stepping forward, his voice heavy with something like desperation. “Please. Can we talk?”

“I don’t care.” My tone sliced through his protest. “Whether you would or wouldn’t betray me is irrelevant. I don’t need your love. I don’t want your promises. You have three choices, Caelum: walk away, stay and get beaten, or watch me call the enforcers and charge you with harassment. Pick wisely.”

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But he never touched me.

Another hand shot out of nowhere, clamping around his wrist like a steel trap. A crack of bone reverberated through the air. Caelum cried out, his knees nearly buckling.

My heart leapt. “Silas.”

The Ironclad Alpha stood beside me, his aura vast and suffocating. His gaze locked onto Caelum with lethal calm. “You forget yourself. You and Freya are divorced.”

Caelum swallowed hard, sweat beading on his brow. “Even so… divorce doesn’t mean we can’t remarry.”

Silas’s eyes narrowed, his grip unrelenting. “I’ve been far too merciful with you. You’ve forgotten who she belongs to now.” His gaze flicked to me, something dark glinting in it. “Freya, may I?”

I nodded once. My voice was steady. “As long as it’s legal. As long as I can win the case.”

Silas inclined his head, and before I could blink, he twisted Caelum’s arm. A sickening crack split the air, followed by Caelum’s agonized scream.

He staggered back, clutching his mangled limb, face contorted with pain.

Silas released him, brushing off his hands as though Caelum were nothing more than dirt. His voice was calm, almost polite, “Forgive me. I wasn’t careful with the pressure. If you want compensation, you can speak with my legal team.”

The sight of Caelum, broken and gasping, should’ve given me satisfaction. Instead, all I felt was a cold finality. Whatever love I once bore for him had been buried long ago–crushed under the weight of his betrayal.

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