A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Third Person’s POV

Kade leaned back in his chair, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a grin.

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“You really don’t know your own pull, do you? Back in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, half the warriors had their eyes on you. If you’d wanted a mate then, Freya, I swear an entire convoy of suitors would’ve lined up at your feet.”

His words hung in the air like smoke, curling around truths Freya had long ignored. For him, admiration had started as a quiet ember. At first, it had been the way she carried herself— unyielding, disciplined, always the last to falter. That ember turned into heat, then into fire the day she trudged through waist–deep snow, carrying him on her back through a blizzard to reach the medic outpost when his fever had nearly consumed him.

That was the day Kade realized. He didn’t just admire her. He didn’t just want to fight beside her. He wanted her–deeply, wholly, in ways that gnawed at him.

And when news of her sudden marriage to Caelum Grafton spread like wildfire through the packs, that fire in his chest had torn him apart. He had fled abroad, unable to bear watching her belong to another.

For three long years, he had cursed himself for silence, for cowardice, for never claiming her when he had the chance. Now fate had brought her back into his orbit, and this time, he swore he would not let her slip away.

The next morning, Freya made her way to a law office in The Capital, guided there by Kade’s promise. She had asked him the previous night to find her a lawyer. There were debts from the past she intended to settle–chief among them the gifts, jewels, and coin that Caelum Grafton had squandered on Aurora of Bluemoon Pack during their marriage.

Freya had been desperate then, eager only to sever ties with Caelum during the Lunar Severance Phase, but her haste did not mean she had forfeited her right to reclaim what was hers.

“I’ll line someone up for you,” Kade had told her easily. “Show up at the firm tomorrow. They’ll take care of it.”

She hadn’t expected the man waiting for her.

“Victor Ashford?” Freya’s brows arched high when she stepped into the polished office. “You’re the one taking my case?”

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The Capital’s most feared litigator sat before her, exuding calm, lethal confidence. “Yes,” Victor replied, his tone clipped, precise. “Kade already explained the matter. The claim is simple. It will not pose much difficulty.”

Freya hesitated, unsettled. Victor was no ordinary attorney. He was the prodigy who regularly. represented Alphas and consortium heads in the most high–profile disputes of the realm. To have him handle her case was like using a battle axe to cut a loaf of bread.

“You’re far too expensive,” she said frankly. “A minor case like mine doesn’t need someone of your standing. Have your firm assign me to another lawyer.”

Victor’s mouth curved faintly, but his eyes remained cool. “Kade was insistent. You won’t be paying my usual rate. You’ll be charged as if I were an ordinary counsel.”

“That hardly seems right-”

“Call it repayment,” Victor interrupted smoothly. “You carried that boy through fire and snow in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. My family owes you. If I assign your case to anyone else, Kade will storm my office and refuse to let me work in peace.”

The bluntness disarmed her. Freya gave a short, reluctant laugh. “When you put it like that… very well. Thank you.”

They went over the necessary details, the cold mechanics of claim and counter–claim, until Freya rose to leave. She was halfway to the door when Victor’s voice stopped her.

“You’re close to Lana,” he said evenly. “Has she ever told you the real reason she ended things with me?”

Victor’s brows rose slightly, as if measuring her deflection. “So you can’t even tell me what kind of wolf he is?”

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Victor let the silence fall. He did not push further.

When Freya left, the faint scent of her Stormveil bloodline lingered in the room. Victor pulled out his WolfComm device and dialed a number from memory. The line clicked, and a familiar voice answered.

“Hello? This is Lana. Who’s calling?”

Victor’s voice was smooth as velvet, hard as iron. “It’s me. We need to talk. About what you did to me the other night.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a cough on the other end. “What I did? Don’t make it sound so scandalous. We both had our clothes on, Victor.”

“Clothes intact doesn’t mean nothing happened,” he countered, tone edged with challenge. “I’ll be sending you proof of what you did. If you’d rather not discuss it, then we’ll let the courts of The Capital decide.”

He ended the call without another word.

Across the city, Lana Rook nearly dropped her WolfComm in exasperation. She stared at the blank screen, her pulse racing with equal parts fury and dread.

“Proof? What proof?” she muttered to herself. “That arrogant bastard better not—

Her device buzzed again. A new message. She tapped it open.

The video played.

And as the images unfolded before her eyes, Lana’s blood ran cold.

By the time it ended, she wanted nothing more than to slap herself across the face–twice, and

hard.