A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359

Third Person’s POV

Victor drove through the quiet midnight streets of The Capital, his jaw tight, his wolf simmering beneath his human mask. The city’s neon lights flashed across his windshield like restless fire each pulse matching the rhythm of his anger.

In the passenger seat, Lana sat rigid, her pulse racing, her scent sharp with defiance and confusion. The silence between them crackled like static until the car rolled to a stop outside Victor’s private apartment a sleek, steel–gray tower that overlooked the sleeping skyline.

The moment they stepped inside, Lana spun toward him, yanking her wrist free from his grasp.

“Why did you bring me here? I want to go home!” Her voice trembled with both anger and unease as she reached for the door handle.

But before she could touch it, Victor’s hand caught her arm and pulled her back.

In the next breath, she found herself pinned against the wall. The force wasn’t brutal, but it was absolute – the kind that came from a man used to being obeyed. His breath brushed her ear, low and rough.

“Why so eager to run back?” he murmured. “You didn’t look so busy back at the lounge.”

The mention of the lounge lit a spark in her eyes.

“Do you have any idea what that was? I was there with friends, Victor! You storming in like that – you made it look like something it wasn’t!”

“Something it wasn’t?” His tone turned glacial. “Should a man just smile while his girlfriend flirts with a pack of hired models?”

Before she could reply, his lips grazed her ear- not in tenderness, but in punishment. His teeth caught her earlobe, drawing a small gasp from her. Lana shivered despite herself; her ear had always been a weak spot, and he knew it too well.

“Victor, what the hell is wrong with you-”

“What’s wrong,” he interrupted darkly, “is watching my mate take a drink from another man like it meant something.” His voice dropped lower, vibrating with restrained fury. “Tell me, Lana – was he better to look at? Or do you think he’d satisfy you more than I can?”

Her stomach twisted, heat and anger colliding. “You’re insane,” she hissed.

His eyes gleamed, pupils dilating in the dim light–the faintest glint of silver betraying his wolf.

“You’re lucky,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “You only took a drink from that man. If you’d gone further, I wouldn’t have stopped at a bite.”

He drew back slightly, tracing his tongue over the small mark he’d left, a possessive growl curling at the back of his throat. The imprint was shallow–but unmistakably his.

Lana glared at him, her pride refusing to bend. “And what if I did hire one of them? We’re a contract couple, Victor. You don’t own me.”

His gaze darkened, voice a low snarl. “So you still plan to find someone else?”

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A tremor of instinct warned her if she said yes, things would spiral fast. Victor wasn’t a man to be challenged lightly. He was an Alpha by nature, power honed beneath civility.

Still, something reckless inside her rose up. She tilted her chin, eyes burning with defiance.

“You want to prove you can satisfy me? Then show me. Strip. Take off every piece of that perfect Alpha control you’re so proud of?

For a heartbeat, silence stretched. Then his lips curved—not in amusement, but in promise.

“Fine.”

Her eyes widened as he reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning it, piece by piece. The man who had always looked composed, untouchable, now stood before her – shedding restraint like a second skin.

One item. Then another. Then another.

The air thickened between them, laced with heat, challenge, and something too primal to name.

By the time she found her voice again, he was inches from her, his hand lifting her chin. His eyes had softened, but the threat in his tone hadn’t.

“During this arrangement, whatever satisfaction you want – I’ll give it to you. But if you ever touch another man again, Lana…” His fingers tightened just slightly, dominance flaring through his scent. “You’ll regret it.”

She swallowed, unable to tell whether the shiver that ran through her came from fear

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Across the ocean, the wind carried the scent of salt and storm over Silas’s private island.

or something far more dangerous.

Freya stood on the balcony of the villa, her gaze drifting toward the endless sweep of blue horizon. Five days. It had been five days since Silas brought her here – five days since her world had shrunk to sea, sky, and silence.

If not for the captivity – for the mission she had yet to complete – it could have been paradise. The sea breeze, the rhythmic crash of waves, the stillness that came with being forgotten.

A soft rustle of fabric pulled her from her thoughts. A warm weight settled around her shoulders a gray sweater, carrying his scent: smoke, pine, and something wild.

“Careful,” Silas said quietly from behind her. “The sea wind’s sharp today.”

Freya turned to face him. Even after nights of broken sleep, he still carried himself like an Alpha – composed, vigilant. But the shadows beneath his eyes betrayed the truth. He hadn’t rested properly since they arrived.

“Did you sleep at all?” she asked.

His smile was brief. “Enough.“.

She didn’t believe him. Silas was a Alpha, and men like him didn’t admit weakness. Not even when it clawed at them.

Just then, the low thrum of rotor blades sliced through the tranquil air. Freya lifted her head.

A helicopter was approaching from the east, the metallic gleam of its frame catching sunlight.

“Is that a supply drop?” she asked. Food and essentials were often airlifted here from the mainland island, she had never seen one arrive this close.

though in all her days on the

Silas’s gaze tracked the aircraft, expression unreadable. “Maybe,” he said softly. “Or maybe not.”

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