A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361

Freya’s POV

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The wind coming off the sea tasted like metal and rain. I stood between two Alphas–father and son–both bearing the same ruthless aura of dominance, both radiating tension so thick it made my wolf stir uneasily beneath my skin.

Cassian Whitmor’s gray hair was disheveled from the fight, yet his smirk was sharp as ever, that cruel gleam in his eyes reminding me of the countless stories I’d heard about him–the Alpha who’d built the Ironclad Coalition on blood and broken oaths. And beside him, Silas stood rigid, his chest heaving, his eyes burning gold with restrained fury.

Their resemblance was haunting. Same jawline. Same violent pride. Only the coldness in Cassian’s expression seemed to have aged into something far more venomous.

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“Miss Thorne,” Cassian drawled, his tone a purr lined with malice. “If you’re worried about safety, I assure you–I have the means to get you off this cursed island. And I promise, my son will never trouble you again.”

His words twisted inside me. Leaving… gods, of course I’d thought about it. Every night since I’d woken up on this isolated island fortress, my injured shoulder wrapped in bandages, my freedom dangling just out of reach. I wanted to leave. To find my brother in C–country. To get back to my life, my mission, my pack.

But then–Silas’s gaze caught mine. Those eyes… storm–bright, haunted, trembling just slightly, as if he feared my next breath might shatter what little was left between us. I saw in him a man torn apart—Alpha instinct fighting with something that might’ve once been love.

Cassian’s smirk deepened when I didn’t answer. “What’s the matter, little wolf? The words won’t come out? Or are you too afraid to admit you want out?”

I stayed silent.

Silas’s fingers twitched, as though he wanted to reach for me but didn’t dare. His jaw locked, the veins in his neck standing out against the tension simmering through his frame.

“Well?” Cassian pressed, his voice slicing through the salt–heavy air. “Your decision, Freya.”

I finally drew a breath and said quietly, “I don’t need your help, Cassian. I’m staying.”

For a moment, even the waves seemed to still.

Both men stared at me—one in disbelief, the other in something dangerously close to awe.

Cassian’s brows shot up. “Staying?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “You mean to tell me

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you’d rather remain caged on this forsaken island than accept my help? Don’t tell me you enjoy being someone’s pet canary.”

“I’m healing.” I replied evenly. “When I’m recovered, Silas will let me go.”

Cassian threw his head back and laughed. It was the sound of a predator mocking his prey. “You really believe that, girl? You think an Alpha like my son would ever let go of what he’s claimed? Do you even know what Whitmors do when they’re abandoned?”

Silas’s growl rumbled low and dangerous. “Enough.”

But Cassian ignored him. He stepped closer, his tone almost gleeful now. “He’ll trap you here, Freya. Break your legs if you try to flee. Threaten what you love. And if that fails–he’ll use the oldest chain there is. A child.”

“Stop!” Silas roared, his voice cracking through the air like lightning.

Cassian turned to him, grinning like a demon who’d found an open wound. “Did I hit a nerve, son? You think I don’t recognize myself in you? You can cage a wolf, but you can’t cure its nature. You’ll do exactly what I did. You’ll make her bleed for loving you.”

“Enough!”

The shout ripped from Silas’s chest, raw and pained. His eyes glowed gold, claws threatening to break skin.

Cassian only smirked wider. “You see? I was right. You-

I didn’t even think.

“”

My body moved before my mind caught up, fury surging through every muscle. I pivoted, lifted my good leg, and kicked Cassian square in the ribs.

The impact sent him sprawling several feet back. He hit the dirt with a grunt, stunned.

For a heartbeat, the world was silent–save for the pounding of my pulse.

Both men stared at me.

Silas’s expression was pure shock, his rage evaporating into disbelief. Cassian looked up at me with a twisted grin of disbelief and faint respect.

“If my shoulder weren’t injured,” I said coldly, stepping forward, “I’d make sure you couldn’t walk for a week. Maybe longer.”

Cassian coughed, pressing a hand to his side where I’d kicked him. His breath came ragged. “You… dare to strike me?”

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“I’ve done it before,” I said flatly, “and I’ll do it again. You call yourself a protector, but all I a coward hiding behind threats. You think your son is you, but he’s not. He may be broken, yo -but he’s not you.”

Cassian laughed–loud, unhinged, bitter. “Not me? Oh, you naive thing. He’s worse. Every shadow I planted in him will one day bloom into something darker. He is my legacy.”

My patience snapped. “Then you’d better pray that legacy ends with you.”

The faint smirk vanished from his face.

“I’d suggest you leave,” I warned, my voice low and steady. “Because if you stay another minute, I will kick you again—and trust me, I won’t miss twice.”

Cassian’s eyes narrowed, the air around him brimming with restrained violence. But something flickered there–wariness, maybe even intrigue. Slowly, he straightened, dusted off his jacket, and spat blood onto the sand.

“You’ll regret this,” he said, gaze flicking between Silas and me. “Both of you.”

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