A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363

Third Person’s POV

Freya hadn’t truly believed him. Not completely.

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“I didn’t believe you,” she said quietly, her voice carrying through the villa’s quiet. “I just took a gamble that this time, you wouldn’t lie. That when the time comes, you’ll really send me back.” She looked up at him, calm but resolute. “Silas, I hope this time I haven’t bet wrong.”

Silas gave a faint, crooked smile – the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “And if you win that bet,” he murmured, “will you ever be willing to trust me again?”

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Freya’s gaze didn’t waver. “Trust isn’t something you win by chance. It’s something you earn or lose.” She paused, then stepped back. “I’ll find something to read in the study. You can tend your wounds yourself.”

She turned and walked away before he could answer.

Silas lowered his head, his breath unsteady. His hand came up, fingers brushing the spot where she had touched him moments ago. The warmth still lingered there – faint but unmistakable, like a ghost of contact his skin refused to forget.

He should have been glad. She hadn’t chosen to leave with her father’s envoy. She had stayed.

But instead of relief, a hollow ache spread through his chest – sharp and consuming, as though something inside him was tearing itself apart. It told him what he already knew deep down: that once you miss your chance, no amount of strength can bring it back.

Later that night, the quiet was broken by the faint buzz of Freya’s WolfComm.

She glanced at the caller ID- Lana.

“Freya, you won’t believe this,” Lana’s voice came through, fast and excited. “The Williams family is coming to The Capital.”

Freya blinked. “What?”

“Who else?” Lana huffed. “Yes, the Williams family from C–country. And Parker’s among them. They’re coming because of a new business deal with the Whitmors.”

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Freya straightened, frowning. “The Whitmors? Working with the Williams family?”

“That’s what I said,” Lana replied. “Apparently, the Whitmors were the ones to extend the invitation. They want to discuss cooperation, and of course the Williamses said yes. They’ll be arriving in The Capital in a few days. Guess that means you don’t have to fly to C–country after

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Freya’s mind churned. Could this really be coincidence? The Whitmors suddenly inviting the Williams family right before she was supposed to travel abroad to meet them?

Lana hesitated for a beat, then added, “You don’t think Silas set this up, do you? Just so you wouldn’t have to go?”

Freya shook her head, though Lana couldn’t see it. “That kind of partnership would involve major investments. It’s too large a move to make just to keep me from traveling.”

“Maybe for normal people,” Lana said wryly. “But we both know the Whitmors aren’t normal. The whole pack knows that family runs on obsession, not reason.”

Freya didn’t respond. The truth was, she couldn’t rule it out. Silas Whitmor had always been the

close. kind of Alpha who’d bend an empire just to keep one promise – or one woman –

“And let’s be honest,” Lana continued. “You keep saying you’ve broken things off with him, but the man literally chartered a private jet from Deepmoor just to fetch you. Then he locked down an entire private island for you two. That doesn’t look like someone who’s accepted the end.”

Freya’s chest tightened. “Lana-”

“Fine, fine,” Lana interrupted, laughing softly. “I’ll stop teasing. When are you coming back?”

“Two days,” Freya said. “If he keeps his word.”

Lana’s tone softened. “Then I’ll be waiting. The Capital feels too quiet without you.”

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After the call ended, the silence returned only broken by the rhythmic crash of waves outside the window. Freya sat on the bed and unlocked her WolfComm again, her fingers hovering before she started searching the news.

It didn’t take long. The feeds were already flooded with it: Whitmor Industries announcing a partnership proposal with Williams Armatech on clean–energy vehicle production. The Whitmors were moving into the electric vehicle sector, and the Williams family – one of the continent’s largest battery producers – was their first choice of supplier.

It was a massive opportunity. No wonder half the tech world had turned its eyes toward The Capital.

Freya scrolled through one of the headlines.

Everett Williams, Head of the Williams Family, to Arrive in The Capital for Strategic Talks.

Her gaze lingered on the accompanying photograph – a man in his sixties, with sharp features,

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hair streaked silver and posture straight as a blade. Time had added lines to his face, but nothing could dim the aristocratic calm in his expression. His eyes were piercing – the kind that saw through lies with a single glance.

Even now, dressed in an immaculate suit, Everett carried an aura that was more Alpha than corporate. Refined. Dangerous. The kind of man who’d command a pack with a word.

Unmarried his whole life, yet never whispered to have taken a male partner either. To the public, he was an enigma – a man who seemed immune to love itself.

And now he was coming to The Capital, with Parker Williams at his side.

If Freya truly meant to acknowledge Parker as family, as blood, she would have to face Everett too. There would be no avoiding it.

Across the city, Lana tossed her phone onto the passenger seat and sighed. “Two days,” she muttered. “Fine. Two days.”

She checked the time, lips curving into a grin, and started the engine.

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away from her apartment, The city’s night lights rippled across her windshields she drove — straight toward the place she knew she shouldn’t be going. The exclusive private lounge gleamed like a den of wolves in silk. When she walked in, the manager immediately straightened.

“Miss Rook,” he greeted, polite but cautious.

“I want to see Duke,” she said flatly.

His brows lifted. “You’re asking for him again?”

“Consider it a preference,” Lana replied, her smile edged like a blade.

He hesitated. “Word around The Capital is that you’re Victor Ashford’s girlfriend. If he finds out you’re here with someone else…” The manager trailed off, voice uneasy. “You know how the Ashfords are. Not the kind of wolves one crosses lightly.”

Lana leaned on the counter, her perfume laced with wolf musk you’d better make sure he doesn’t find out.”

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confident, defiant. “Then

The manager studied her for a long moment before sighing. “You’re playing with fire.”