A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 350

Freya’s POV

“Already?” Lana blinked, wide–eyed. “So soon? But your wound-

“It’s not serious anymore.” I buttoned my jacket and straightened my collar. “I want to see my brother.”

And I wanted to understand why he chose to stay with the Williams family.

“Does Kade know?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Not yet,” I admitted. “And please–don’t tell him. If he finds out, he’ll try to come with me.”

If I hadn’t known Kade’s feelings before, I might have brushed it off. But now that I did, every thought of him felt heavier–like a favor I could never repay.

Lana sighed. “All right. But speaking of men… how’s everything with Silas Whitmor? I haven’t seen him around since you were admitted to the infirmary.”

I paused, my chest tightening. “Silas and I are over. It’s normal he hasn’t come.”

“Right.” She frowned. “I just thought–after he chartered that private jet to send maybe he still had feelings for you. That he couldn’t let go.”

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“Maybe he only did it because I was once his mate,” I said flatly. “A courtesy for an ex.”

In truth, I’d told myself the same thing–over and over–trying to bury the ache that still lingered whenever I thought of him.

But two days later, my plans fell apart.

My visa didn’t come through. It got… stuck. Delayed, they said. When I went to ask for the reason, the clerk kept dodging the question, fumbling papers and mumbling excuses. Only after I pressed him, hard, did he finally blurt out the truth:

“It’s from higher up.”

Higher up?

Someone had deliberately interfered.

Someone didn’t want me to leave the Capital.

And when I stepped out of the agency, a sleek black car was parked at the curb–its tinted

window lowering just enough for me to see Wren sitting inside.

“Miss Thorne,” he said politely, stepping out and opening the back door. “Alpha Silas would like to see you.”

I froze. “There’s no need. We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“If Miss Thorne wishes her visa to be approved,” Wren said evenly, “it would be best to meet with the Alpha.”

My pulse faltered.

Could it be…?

Was he the reason my visa was blocked?

I pressed my lips together. “Fine,” I said quietly, and got into the car.

The drive was silent, heavy with unspoken tension.

We stopped in front of a familiar building—one I had once called home.

The high–rise overlooking the city skyline. The place Silas and I had shared for months.

“Alpha Silas is waiting inside,” Wren said, bowing slightly.

I stepped out, heart pounding. The cold air bit at my skin as I entered the building and took the elevator up. The metallic hum of the ascent only deepened my dread.

When I stood before the apartment door, a wave of memories crashed over me–nights spent laughing, arguing, and pretending that love could tame the beast in him.

I pressed the doorbell. No answer.

After a long pause, I keyed in the old code on instinct.

my visa?”

“This has nothing to do with you,” I said. “Not anymore.”

He poured a fresh cup of tea, sliding it across the table toward me.

“Drink it,” he said quietly. “Tell me if it’s still how you like it.”

“I didn’t come here for tea.”

“Then drink it as a favor,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. “If you do, I’ll release the hold on your visa. Unless… you despise me so much that you can’t even take one sip?”

My hand hesitated–then I took the cup.

The tea was still warm against my palms, its scent painfully familiar.

I downed it in one breath. “I don’t despise you.”

His lips curved faintly. “Good,” he said softly. “I hope you’ll still feel that way… in a moment.”

“What-” I started, but a wave of dizziness slammed into me.

The room blurred. My legs faltered. My vision fractured into fragments of light and shadow. The teacup slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor.

Before I hit the ground, strong arms caught me.

The scent of his skin–steel and smoke and the faintest trace of wolfsbane–filled my senses. My pulse quickened, helpless against the Alpha aura radiating from him.

I tried to push away, but my body wouldn’t listen. The world dimmed at the edges, my consciousness unraveling.

“Freya…” His voice was low, close to my ear. “Even if you hate me-”

His breath brushed my temple.

-I still can’t let you go.”

The darkness swallowed me whole.