A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Third Person’s POV

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“Exactly.” Silas had said, leaning slightly toward Freya, the faint chill of his presence brushing against her skin. “This body of mine is…. well, not bad. If Miss Thorne ever finds herself in need, I’m at your disposal.”

Freya blinked, still reeling. She had never heard a man speak of such things so… detached, so otherworldly. “No. I don’t need that,” she said firmly.

“Really?” His cool breath whispered across her face, fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along her arm. The chill clashed with the lingering heat from the haze–smoke, weaving together, teasing her senses, igniting a desire she struggled to suppress. With a sharp inhale, Freya’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against the pulse at Silas’s wrist. Her amber eyes locked onto his. fierce and unwavering. “I only need you to take me to the hospital.”

Even as the haze coursed through him, Silas’s body was alive with heat, every nerve sensitive–but her resolve held steady, crystal clear, refusing to bow even a fraction to the pull of desire. His gaze lingered on her face, heart hammering against his chest in a way that hadn’t happened before, something stirring, shifting.

After a long, taut moment, he gave a slow, measured smile. “Fine. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Meanwhile, Caelum Grafton never imagined he’d end up in the precinct under such circumstances. The two men had confessed quickly once inside, implicating themselves with transfer records on their phones–proof that Eleanor and Giselle had bribed them to carry out the scheme.

Eleanor’s testimony was frantic, insisting she had done nothing wrong; she’d merely given them money, she claimed, and hadn’t instructed them to commit anything illegal. Giselle’s defense was to shift blame to Aurora, insisting she had only acted to help her friend. Aurora, as usual, denied any knowledge, though inside she seethed, knowing the two women had tried to drag her into their mess.

Caelum slumped into a chair in the precinct’s waiting area, tension knotting in his chest. Tonight had been meant for business–expanding SilverTech Forgeworks, exploring new ventures–but now, even current projects were at risk, and the company’s stock might take a hit.

“Where’s Freya Thorne? Why hasn’t she arrived?” he asked, voice tight.

“She wasn’t feeling well. She went to the hospital first. Officers will accompany her to take her statement,” one replied.

Concern coiled in him. He dialed Freya’s number immediately. Whena voice answered, it wasn’t hers, but a man’s, calm and cold.

“Caelum Grafton? Looking for Freya Thorne?”

The tone was familiar, unsettling.

“Silas Whitmor,” he said, unease prickling in his veins.

“Freya? Why is her phone with you?” Caelum pressed, anxiety sharpening.

“She’s resting. Do you need me to relay a message when she wakes?” Silas’s voice was steady, untouched by panic or chaos.

Caelum’s fingers clenched around the phone, the tightness pressing at his chest. He had always thought Silas Whitmor indifferent to Freya, yet now she rested under Silas’s protection. The implication struck deep–territorial, possessive, and undeniably alpha.

“Caelum, this really isn’t my doing.” Aurora said, stepping forward, eyes clear and sharp. “I overheard Eleanor and Giselle speaking about separating you and Freya, but I had no idea they would go this far.”

Caelum said nothing, watching her, taking in the resolute set of her shoulders. Aurora’s expression hardened. “You don’t

Her amber eyes softened slightly, though the steel remained. “Caelum, understand this: I don’t manipulate or scheme. If I truly wanted you separated, I would say so openly–not involve others in covert plots.”

Caelum’s guilt deepened. Aurora, always decisive, fearless, a true daughter of the Bluemoon Pack–how could she ever be implicated in petty schemes? It had been Giselle, panicked and reckless, trying to lessen her own punishment by dragging Aurora into it.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he admitted, voice heavy, his wolf instincts stirred by the sight of her integrity, the subtle alpha resonance in her presence.

Aurora’s expression softened. “It’s fine, as long as you truly believe me,” she said, her voice steady yet warm.

Caelum’s gaze met hers, intense and unwavering. “Of course I believe you. You saved my life–how could I ever not trust you?”

Hearing this, Aurora allowed herself the faintest of smiles. She lifted a hand, gently brushing back the strands of Caelum’s hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Exactly. I saved your life… so of course you’d believe me. Caelum, all I need is for you to keep trusting me.”

To trust in her innocence, and to trust that she had–without question–once saved his life.

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