A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297

Chapter 297

Freya’s POV

I stared at him, my chest tightening when he said it so calmly, so matter–of–factly-

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“Then I’ll stay by your side. And if anyone tries to stand in the way, I’ll deal with them.”

His voice was smooth, unhurried. But his eyes burned with that quiet madness I had almost managed to forget.

Silas Whitmor. Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition. The man the Capital whispered about in low voices—the wolf you did not provoke, because once he marked you as his, there was no undoing it.

For a moment, I pressed my lips together, tasting iron from where I had bitten down too hard. The years I had spent with him had nearly made me forget the truth: beneath the polished restraint, he was lethal, untouchable. 1

“Change the place,” I said softly.

A flicker of satisfaction lit his eyes. “Then we’ll go back to the apartment. I’ve already prepared everything. All that’s missing is you.”

My brows furrowed. “Apartment?”

He tilted his head, almost mockingly. “What, unwilling? Just moments ago you promised to spend the night with me.”

“….No,” I breathed. “Let’s go.”

I walked out of the bar first, the low thrum of music and the scent of alcohol clinging to my clothes. I didn’t look back, but I could hear his footsteps behind me–steady, confident, inevitable.

We drove in silence, the tension between us coiled tight enough to snap. When the car stopped in front of the familiar building, my heart gave a strange lurch.

The apartment.

The place we had once shared a life.

The door opened with a soft click, and when I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat.

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He had decorated it.

Colorful balloons floated against the ceiling, ribbons draped across the walls. Birthday banners and bright streamers wound through the room like some cruel parody of celebration. And hanging from those ribbons…

Photos.

Dozens of them.

Me and him. Smiling. Laughing. Frozen moments from a life I no longer wanted. In those pictures, my eyes were bright, my smile unguarded. I had once believed in us. I had once believed he could give me forever.

A sharp ache carved its way into my chest. That girl in the photographs hadn’t imagined this ending.

Before I could school my expression, strong arms slipped around me from behind, his chest pressing into my back.

“Look,” Silas murmured, his voice low, almost tender. “We were happy. You can’t deny that. Freya, no one will ever love you the way I do. Come back to me.”

The scent of him—dark musk and storm–ash–wrapped around me, intoxicating and suffocating all at once.

I forced myself to breathe evenly. “We’ve already broken up. If you don’t let go right now, I’ll leave. The promise I made–to spend your birthday with you–will be over before it begins.”

Silas stilled, and for the first time that night, something dimmed in his eyes. Slowly, reluctantly, he loosened his hold.

His lips curved, but the smile was bitter. “I always thought I was ruthless. Turns out you’re the crueler one.”

I stepped away from him, putting distance between us as my heart pounded. Meeting his gaze, I made my voice steady. “What we had is finished. I came tonight only because I once promised you I’d celebrate your birthday with you. That’s all.”

“There’s nothing impossible!” His voice cut across mine, sharp as a whip. He strode toward me, the plate trembling in his hands, his eyes glowing with a storm–mad intensity. “You said you couldn’t trust me because I kept secrets. Then let’s start again. I’ll earn your trust back, piece by piece.”

“I know Eric’s disappearance still haunts you,” he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous softness. “Because of my coldness then, your brother is still missing. But I can help you find him. I will help you.”

I froze.

His words sank like claws into the hollow place in my chest where Eric’s name lived.

“My family’s network stretches beyond the Coalition,” he pressed on, eyes never leaving mine.

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“The Whitmors have spics in every corner of the world–yes, even in D–country. You can use your pack’s ties to the Iron Fang Recon Unit, and I can use mine. Together, we’ll find him faster.”

He stopped in front of me, close enough that his breath brushed my skin. His hand lifted, holding out the plate, the small piece of cake a fragile peace offering.

“Freya,” he whispered, “as long as you stop talking about breaking up, you can have all of me. All my resources. All my strength. Every drop of the Whitmor power. Just don’t walk away. Please. Let’s not end this.”

The room was silent except for the faint hiss of the candles‘ smoke.

His eyes locked on mine, unblinking, burning with the desperate devotion of a wolf who would rather break the world than lose his mate.

And in that moment, I realized the truth that made my blood run cold-

He wasn’t asking me to stay.

He was daring me to try and leave.