A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

Freya’s POV

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I shook my head firmly. “Impossible.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “Silas, whatever was between us is over. Trust doesn’t come back just because you say it will. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering which words from you are true and which are lies. And every time I see you…” My throat tightened, the sting in my nose sharp enough to make my eyes burn. “Every time I see you, I can’t stop thinking about what I saw in Eric’s video. I keep telling myself it wasn’t your fault, that you had no obligation to save him. But-”

My voice broke.

“But I can’t do it. I can’t stop seeing it.”

His eyes darkened, his tone harsh and desperate. “Then blame me. Hate me if you must, Freya. Tear me apart with every word, but don’t leave me!”

A bitter laugh scraped my throat. “If that’s all we have left, what’s the point of being together? You’re just clinging to me because you can’t handle the idea of losing. Give it time–this bond will wither. And you’ll see it was never as unbreakable as you thought.”

His gaze locked onto mine, sharp as a predator circling prey. “So you’ve already let go, then? You’ve already cast me aside?”

I clenched my fists tight to stop them from trembling, forced my voice into icy calm. “Yes. I’ve let go.”

A shadow passed over his features, thick with storm clouds. “So you’ll meet other men? You’ll let Lana play matchmaker for you, as if anyone she drags into your life could ever stand beside me? If she dares to introduce you to someone, then I’ll make sure he’s destroyed. I’ll destroy every single one–hell, I could even-”

“Silas Whitmor!” My voice cracked like a whip, cutting through his madness. I glared at him, fury shaking through me. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on my friend. Lana was drunk, she didn’t mean it. And I have no interest in meeting anyone new. But if you so much as breathe wrong in her direction-” My voice dropped into a growl, wolf’s edge sharpening every word. “—I will never forgive you.”

He smirked, cruel and unhinged. “Haven’t you already condemned me, Freya? One more crime on my soul, one less chance for forgiveness–what difference does it make?”

My blood chilled. “So you will hurt her?” My voice was cold enough to freeze marrow.

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Chapter 298

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Instead of answering, he picked up the plate from the table, his hand pushing it toward me. “Eat the cake. It’s my birthday cake.”

I stared at him, then forced a deep breath and snatched the plate. I shoved a piece into my mouth, swallowed, then shoved the dish back into his hands. “Satisfied?”

“You think that was enough?” His voice dipped low, dangerous. He lowered his head, scooping a smear of cream from the cake with his lips before I could move. Then, like lightning, his hand clamped around my jaw. His mouth crashed down on mine, sealing me in his madness.

I tried to wrench free, fists pounding his chest, but he only crushed me tighter against him, as if my blows fueled him. Sweetness turned rancid on my tongue as he forced the cream from his mouth into mine.

I struck harder, each punch landing with enough force to bruise any man. And yet, he bore it all without a sound.

Until I remembered–the fingers I had already broken, the damage I had already inflicted. Even half–shattered, he clung to me as though pain was nothing compared to losing me.

My strength faltered. My fists slowed. And then… stopped.

The kiss deepened, rough and consuming. His mouth devoured mine, his teeth grazing, his tongue demanding. He drank me in, as though my resistance only proved the tether between us still held.

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The slam of the door was my only answer.

But it didn’t silence him.

The next morning at the Silverfang Tower offices, Lana leaned close to me, whispering like a conspirator. “So… how did it go last night? Did Silas pull anything? He looked completely unhinged when he showed up at the lounge.”

I forced a small shrug, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “We went back to his apartment. Shared some cake.”

But the ghost of his kiss clawed at my memory–the iron grip of his arms, the fire of his obsession.

And he had been right about one thing. If I had truly let him go, I would never have stopped striking him. I would have fought until he broke.

The truth was bitter and sharp in

I still loved him.

my chest.

Love was never something you could shed like a cloak. Not when the mate–bond’s shadow still lingered in your veins. Not when your wolf still howled for the one you tried to escape.

But knowing I loved him didn’t change the truth.

I couldn’t be with Silas Whitmor. Not now. Not with the blood between us.

Not with Eric’s memory burned into my soul.