A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284

Chapter 284

Third Person’s POV

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Jocelyn leaned back against the velvet couch of her hotel suite, the faint glow of her laptop screen reflecting in her eyes. She let out a soft, satisfied laugh as the funds cleared into her account. The number was staggering–an entire fortune that would keep her comfortable for years if she played it wisely.

But this wasn’t only about wealth. It was about power.

She had spent days perfecting the digital shell game, hiring experts to teach her how to bounce signals, hide her footprints, and funnel the money through a dozen shadow accounts. The thrill of outwitting her cousin Freya Thorne gave her a rush that not even the blood moon could rival.

“Freya,” Jocelyn muttered under her breath, her lips twisting with malice. “I truly hope you manage to trace this back to Silas Whitmor. I’d love to see your face when you learn what your precious Alpha has done. Would you still cling to him? Or would you finally tear yourself free?”

She poured herself a glass of red wine, swirling the liquid like blood in a chalice, imagining the chaos that revelation would bring. Perhaps, just perhaps, if Freya severed ties with Silas, then the Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition might one day turn his gaze her way.

A knock rattled her door.

Her brows furrowed. “Who is it?”

“Room service,” came the reply.

“I didn’t order any-” Jocelyn’s words cut off as she pulled open the door.

Her blood drained from her face.

Freya Thorne stood in the doorway, eyes burning like twin embers. Before Jocelyn could slam the door shut, Freya’s boot crashed forward with Alpha force,

The door banged open. Jocelyn stumbled backward, tripping over the edge of the carpet and landing hard on the floor.

She scrambled to her feet, fury and panic warring in her gaze. “Freya, have you lost your mind? You can’t just storm in here! I’ll call security–I’ll have you arrested!”

“Do it,” Freya said coldly, stepping further into the room. Two broad–shouldered guards in

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black–Silas’s hired enforcers–followed her in. “Call them. I’d love to see how the authorities explain away one billion siphoned through your accounts.”

The color drained from Jocelyn’s face. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Freya’s voice was a growl, low and dangerous. She moved closer, cach step deliberate, each word striking like a whip. “The money was mine to give, but the video you hold–why do you have it? How did you come across Eric Thorne? Tell me everything. Every last detail.”

“I–I don’t know what you mean,” Jocelyn stammered, shaking her head violently. “You’re imagining things.”

Freya gave a curt gesture. Her guards seized Jocelyn’s arms. She shrieked and kicked, but their grip was iron.

“Let go of me! This is illegal! I’ll sue you all-”

Freya ignored her cries, her sharp gaze scanning the suite. She spotted the laptop perched on the desk, its screen still glowing. With a swift stride, she claimed it, her fingers dancing across the keys. Within moments, the evidence was laid bare: multiple transfers, funds bouncing from one account to another.

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Freya’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t remember? Or don’t want to say?” She took another step forward, her aura crashing down like a storm tide. “You forget Eric was part of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. The military has never stopped searching for him. If I hand you over to them, they’ll drag every truth from your lungs. Do you think you can withstand their methods?”

Jocelyn shuddered violently. Her mind raced, torn between two terrors: Freya’s wrath… and Silas Whitmor’s. Because if she revealed what she knew–if she dared to speak of that night- then Silas himself would come for her.

Her lips trembled. “The one in the back seat was—‘

The door slammed open.

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A figure stormed inside, radiating Alpha dominance so intense the air thickened like smoke.

“Freya!”

The voice cracked like thunder.

She spun

around.

Silas Whitmor stood framed in the doorway, his aura surging with power, his eyes locked on her with a mixture of dread and fury.

For a heartbeat, silence hung in the air. Jocelyn sagged in the guards‘ grip, relief and terror mingling in her wide eyes. Freya’s breath caught in her throat.

The storm had just broken.

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