A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280

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I yelped and quickly snapped the small velvet box shut, my pulse racing as I slid it into the drawer of my bedside table. Heart hammering, I double–checked that it was hidden from view.

“What’s got you so jumpy?” Silas asked, stepping closer, his brow lifted in curiosity.

I forced a casual smile, trying to steady my racing heart. “It’s your birthday gift,” I said, keeping my tone light. “I wanted to give you a little surprise. So, no peeking before your birthday–or the surprise is ruined.”

His eyes widened, the intensity in them sharp and unreadable. “You… bought me a birthday gift?”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Of course. We’re going to spend your birthday together- you think I’d show up empty–handed? Don’t worry, it’s not extravagant. You won’t hate it, I promise.” I turned to leave for the bathroom, ready to wash off the day’s tension, when suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

Before I could react, Silas had me pressed against his chest, enveloped in his warmth.

“How could I ever dislike a gift from you?” he murmured against my ear, his voice low, hypnotic. “No matter what you give me, Freya… it’s precious.”

My ears tingled under his proximity. “Not so close to my ear–it’s ticklish,” I protested, trying to squirm away.

“Then how about this?” he whispered, and I felt the unmistakable heat of his lips brushing against my earlobe. My body jerked involuntarily, sensitivity on high alert. “Don’t…” I gasped.

“I want it, Freya,” his voice came, rough with need. His hands slid down my arms, over my shoulders, and his lips traced a fiery path along my neck, leaving a trail of warmth and soft

pressure.

I tried to sound stern, but my voice faltered. “Stop… I haven’t even washed yet.”

“Then wash with me,” he countered gently, his arms still holding me firmly but tenderly. “If you truly didn’t want this, you could push me away. But you’re not, are you?”

My cheeks flamed crimson. “I… I do want it, but let me at least wash first.”

“Then we’ll wash together.” Before I could protest, he lifted me effortlessly, holding me like I

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weighed nothing at all. The world swirled as he carried me toward the bathroom, the raw pulse of his heartbeat pressing against me, grounding me, claiming me.

We gave ourselves to each other, the night stretching endlessly. We moved between the warmth of the bath and the cool sheets of the bedroom, a rhythm of intimacy and passion I had never experienced before. Silas’s desire seemed insatiable, but never reckless–every touch, every kiss, was a claim, a vow, a silent prayer. Only when my eyelids grew heavy, pleading for sleep, did he finally relent, wrapping me in his arms as we drifted into a shared, exhausted slumber.

“But my mother is old… can her body survive prison? And Giselle… her whole life will be ruined if she’s locked up over this,” he pressed, desperation breaking through his usual calm.

I let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp as the winter wind outside the courthouse. “You can tell the judge that, not me. This is not my responsibility–it’s theirs.”

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I shook my head slowly, letting the cold edge of my voice slice through him. “Hate? Caelum, you’ve never deserved my hate.”

With that, I took Silas’s hand and let his warmth ground me as we moved past Caelum. His hand, firm and unyielding, mirrored my own certainty.

Caelum’s eyes darted to meet Silas’s, and I heard the sharp edge in Silas’s voice before I even glanced back. “Caelum… do you want me to break another arm?”

Frozen, Caelum’s body stiffened. He didn’t step forward. Not a muscle moved until we vanished from sight, leaving him behind with nothing but the bitter taste of failure.

Even now, I could almost sense the shift–my presence, my bond with Silas, made him powerless in ways he had never anticipated. Not hate, not love, not even fear–just the suffocating realization that he had no claim on me anymore.

Inside the courtroom, reality settled like a wolf’s shadow over the proceedings. Giselle and Eleanor tried every ploy to defend themselves, weaving lies and half–truths, but the evidence was unrelenting. Their plot–hiring men to trap me with smoke and threats in the hotel room —was uncovered in stark detail. They had aimed to force me into a surrender, to make me leave Silas and his world behind, to strip me of my rights and legacy.

Even the lawyers Caelum had scrambled to hire could not untangle the web of facts. Every objection they raised fell flat against the damning proof.