A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354

Freya’s POV

I stared at him, my pulse thrumming in disbelief.

No longer chase me?

Did Silas really mean it–was he finally ready to let go of whatever bound him to me so fiercely?

“How long do you plan to keep me trapped on this island?” I asked, my voice quiet but edged with something sharp.

His gaze drifted to my left shoulder–the one that still ached when I moved too fast. “At your current rate of healing, about two weeks,” he said. “Maybe less, if you rest properly. I brought everything you’ll need. The medicines, the supplies… everything.”

Two weeks.

I swallowed hard, realizing that he had planned every detail of this–down to my recovery time. I could feel the weight of his obsession in every calm, deliberate word. Silas Whitmor, Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, had always been the kind of man who saw obstacles as things to be controlled, not overcome.

Fighting him now would only drag us both deeper into chaos.

“Fine,” I said after a moment. “Two weeks. But I expect you to keep your word this time.”

His lips curved faintly. “I always do.”

I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I reached for my WolfComm on the side table and powered it on. The moment the signal returned, the screen lit up with a flood of missed calls and messages. Dozens of them. Most from Lana and Kade.

A small pang of guilt twisted inside me. They must have been frantic.

I tapped Lana’s name first.

“Freya? Freya, is that you?” Her voice burst through the speaker, high–pitched and trembling. “Oh, thank the Goddess–you’re alive! Where the hell are you? Did that bastard hurt you?”

Her questions came like a hailstorm, rapid and breathless. I had to pull the phone slightly away from my ear.

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“I’m fine,” I said, keeping my tone as steady as I could. “Really. Silas didn’t hurt me. He just… brought me to an island so I could recover.”

“An island?” Lana repeated, disbelief thick in her voice. “What island? Freya, what are you talking about?”

I glanced sideways. Silas stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, watching me with that unnervingly calm expression. He didn’t interrupt, but I knew he could hear every word.

“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly. “But he’s not going to hurt me, Lana. I promise.”

Silence hummed through the line for a moment, then Lana’s tone softened. “Are you free to communicate?”

“Yes,” I said truthfully. Silas hadn’t taken my phone. He hadn’t even stopped me from calling. Whatever twisted version of control he was exercising, it didn’t seem to include cutting me off from the world.

“Then listen to me,” she said firmly. “You text or call me every single day, no matter what. And if anything feels wrong–anything–you tell me. Do you understand?”

I couldn’t help a faint smile. “I understand.”

“One more thing,” Lana added, lowering her voice. “You’d better call Kade soon. He’s losing his mind. He nearly went to the Whitmor estate last night. Said he was ready to tear the place apart if he didn’t hear from you.”

A sigh escaped me. “I’ll call him now.”

When I ended the call, I barely had time to dial before Kade’s voice erupted through the line.

“Freya? Goddess, where are you? Are you safe?”

“I’m safe,” I said, leaning against the wall. “I’ll be back in the Capital in two weeks.”

“Silas took you, didn’t he?” His voice was tight with restrained fury. “Tell me what he did. Did he threaten you? Hurt you?”

“No,” I said quickly. “He didn’t. He just… wants me to rest, that’s all.”

“Rest?” Kade’s growl vibrated through the receiver. “He drugged you, Freya. He vanished with you. That’s not concern–that’s abduction!”

I closed my eyes, wishing I could reach through the line and calm him. “Kade, please. I don’t want you doing anything reckless. I’ll be fine.”

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“Where are you?” he demanded. “I’ll come get you myself.”

“I” I hesitated, glancing at Silas again. Before I could answer, he crossed the space between us and gently took the phone from my hand.

“Kade Blackridge,” Silas said evenly, his deep voice vibrating through the small device. “You can try to find her. But I’ll bet everything you have that, for the next two weeks, you won’t.”

“Silas Whitmor!” Kade’s snarl was sharp enough to pierce through the static. “If you hurt her- if you even lay a hand on her–I don’t care who stands behind you, not your Coalition, not your title–I’ll come for you myself.”

Silas’s gaze never left mine as he spoke again. “Hurt her?” His tone dropped to something dark, almost reverent. “Even if I die, I would never hurt her.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My heartbeat stuttered painfully, and for a brief moment, the air between us felt impossibly still.

I reached out, taking the phone back from him with shaking fingers. “Kade,” I said softly, “I’m okay. Please don’t worry. Just…. keep an eye on the Williams family and my brother, will you? I’ll handle things once I’m back.”

There was a pause. Then his voice came quieter, laced with anger he was barely holding back. “Fine. But if you go silent again, I’m coming.”

“I understand.”

When the call ended, silence fell heavy in the villa. The ocean roared softly beyond the balcony, waves licking the shore like restless wolves.

Silas watched me for a long moment before speaking. “He cares about you.”

I didn’t respond. The truth in his words hurt too much to acknowledge.

“He’s protective,” Silas continued. “But he doesn’t know how to keep you safe.”

“And you do?” I asked quietly.

His eyes softened, and for the first time since I’d woken up here, I saw a flicker of genuine pain. behind them. “No,” he murmured. “But I’m trying to learn.”

For a second, I almost believed him.

I turned away, staring out at the horizon. The sea shimmered beneath the afternoon sun–so deceptively calm, hiding depths that could swallow anything whole.

3/4

Two weeks. That was what he’d said.

Two weeks to heal.

Two weeks trapped on an island with the Alpha who once swore he’d never let me go.