A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Freya’s POV

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I hadn’t expected him to bring up Kade like that. His words hit me like a snapping fang. “I can’t believe you’re still close with Kade, Freya. One Silas Whitmor, one Kade Blackridge…. you really know how to stir trouble with men,” Caelum spat, his tone dripping with jealousy, teeth bared in more than metaphor.

I narrowed my amber eyes, feeling the primal heat of indignation flare in my chest. “Caelum, don’t let your own filth blind you. Kade is my comrade–my packmate. He would never betray me.”

“Comrade?” His sneer cut like jagged claws. “A comrade would risk themselves for someone who left the military three years ago? Kade is known as one of The Capital’s little tyrants–he doesn’t lift a paw for anyone! Freya, just how deep is your bond with him that he would step into my territory for you? Were you two inseparable in the military…”

SLAP!

The strike landed across his face like ice–shattered glass. The room froze under the charge of tension, thick as wolf–scent in a

storm.

Caelum flinched,,a sting of pride burning hotter than any wound. Since building SilverTech Forgeworks, no one had dared strike him like this. Not once.

“Freya, have you lost your mind?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

I bared rny own resolve, eyes locked on his, amber fire flaring. “Those words–enough to charge a soldier with insult. Soldiers don’t tolerate such venom. Between soldiers, we trust our lives with each other. When the hunt comes, when the claws strike, we risk everything to protect our packmates.”,

My voice rang like the call of a lone wolf in the night, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.

Silence fell. He looked smaller somehow, diminished under the weight of my gaze, as though he were exposed beneath the moonlight and stripped of his armor.

“You… will never understand,” I said softly, letting the wolf in me speak through the calm.

“Yes…. I don’t understand. You want a divorce, right? Fine, I agree!” His tone shifted, cold and calculating, predatory in its own way. “I’ve studied your patents. The rest I can let go–but that drone control program you patented after our marriage? After the divorce, it must be fully authorized to SilverTech Forgeworks for development and deployment.”

My fur bristled beneath the skin, the chill of betrayal crawling down my spine.

“You want my patent?? I asked, low and dangerous.

“It’s marital property. I want it. When the company profits, you’ll get your share,” he said, voice smooth but sharp as a fang.

I saw through it. Opportunism, pure and unmasked. That patent was the culmination of my post–military work, most of it crafted before our union. The final stages were only completed after the loss of my parents and my slow recovery from grief. It was meant to strengthen SilverTech, yet now he tried to seize it like a wolf claiming prey.

“And if I refuse?” My voice dropped to a growl, cold and predatory, slicing the air between us.

“Then I’ll take it to the courts,” he said, eyes narrowing. “I know you intended it for SkyVex Armaments, but it’s marital property. Want to see them suffer for

defiance? Be my guest

I shook my head, amber eyes flashing with disdain. “Lthought you had any semblance of integrity left, but now… even this petty greed, you flaunt it.”

This is for the company. If you insist on divorce, the patent belongs to Silver Tech!” His tone hardened like steel. Survival of his empire depended on it.

I met him with unflinching eyes, wolf instincts sharpening my senses. “For the company? Fine. Hold your press conference to announce the divorce, accompany me to the civil affairs office, and the patent is yours.”

Surprise flickered across his features. “You really mean it?”

“I do,” I said, claws metaphorically sheathed but resolve unyielding.

“Three days, then,” he said, eyes dark, predatory. “I expect you to honor your word.”

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I let out a low, bitter laugh. Once, I had bared my heart to him. Now, even this divorce–a severing of ties–was twisted into leverage.

“Caelum, I, Freya Thorne, have never regretted anything in my life… but marrying you? That, I do regret!” My words struck like fangs, sharp and unflinching.

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