A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Freya’s POV

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I stepped out of the airline executives‘ office and froze mid–step. There they were–Caelum and Aurora, walking side by side. The scent of dinner clung to them, a mundane trace of human routine, but beneath it, the tension between us crackled like electric fur on alert.

Our eyes met–three wolves sizing each other up in the hallway. I planned to skirt past them, to avoid unnecessary conflict, but Aurora moved first, stepping into my path like a sentinel.

“Freya… what are you doing here?” Her voice was sharp, confident, but I smelled the undercurrent of curiosity, of challenge, “Does it concern you?” I replied coldly, letting the words carry the weight of my wolf, calm yet lethal.

She didn’t relent. “Don’t lie. You’re here to complain to my supervisor, aren’t you? To tattle?” Her gaze sharpened, accusing. can’t believe you’re so petty. Your marriage with Caelum is falling apart, yet you refuse to face your own failings and instead want to blame someone else.”

I didn’t flinch. I let the Alpha’s presence flare behind him. “You actually came to lodge a complaint? If Aurora suffers any injustice because of you, I won’t forgive it,” Caelum growled, teeth clenched behind human manners.

I looked at them both, my voice calm, controlled. “Who would bother complaining over someone who doesn’t matter? Caelum, in my mind, you’ve never carried that weight.”

Heat flared across his face. Anger, frustration, humiliation–Alpha fire trapped in human skin.

Then I turned my attention to Aurora. “I am divorcing Caelum. The fault lies with him. If he had been loyal, respected his marriage, he wouldn’t have abandoned me t

time and again to chase… anyone else. That kind of garbage–I don’t want it. Take him if you wish.”

Aurora’s gaze sharpened, trying to read pain, suffering beneath my calm words. But there was none. Only clarity. Only control. A wolf who has survived hunts knows when to bare fangs and when to restrain them.

“You’re putting on a show,” she snapped. “You’re divorcing Caelum. How could you not resent me? Otherwise, why emerge from the executive office just now?”

I allowed a faint, dry humor- to touch my lips. “Do I need to be here because of you?” I asked lightly. “I’m here to escort my parents‘ ashes back to our hometown, to honor their memory. The executives insisted on seeing the details–they knew these were fallen warriors‘ ashes. That’s it.”

She lifted her chin, arrogance prickling in her posture. “If you hate me, say it. Don’t cloak it in shadows or sneaky

maneuvers.”

“I don’t hate you,” I said, steady, wolf–strong. Hatred is fire too intense for someone like her. She doesn’t deserve it.

Her eyes widened slightly. Even Caelum’s jaw tightened in disbelief. Did I mean it? Absolutely.

“Soon, I will be divorced from Caelum. Do as you please after that. No need to hide behind excuses of friendship.” My words landed, sharp and decisive, like claws slicing tension.

As if on cue, a few airline colleagues passed by, ears pricked at the scent of drama, eyes snapping toward Caelum and Aurora. Her cheeks flamed pink under the scrutiny.

Caelum’s glare pierced me, “How dare you speak to Aurora like that? This divorce has nothing to do with her!”

“It doesn’t,” said lightly, dismissing his human fury. Every pulse of his anger rolled off me harmlessly, like a wolf shrugging off a raindrop.

That evening, I stayed at Lana’s place. Kade arrived, wine in hand, grinning like a wolf smelling the hunt. “Time to celebrate your freedom, Freya,” he said.

We ended up on the terrace, skewers sizzling over the flames, wine flowing under the moonlight, the air thick with pack energy, teasing and laughter.

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“Tell me, Kade,” Lana slurred, swaying, “what’s so thrilling about Freya getting divorced? Why celebrate?”

His grin was wolfish. “She’s finally free from that scum. Why wouldn’t I celebrate?”

Lana laughed, loud and unrestrained. “True. Remember when Freya hid her marriage from everyone? And you cried over it, Kade? Now… no need for tears.”

His face flamed crimson. He snapped at Lana, trying to cover his mouth, but she only waved him off. “Why hide it? I told Freya everything. She already knows.”

I smiled faintly, wolfishly satisfied, the tension melting into warmth. Pack life, its loyalty, its teasing, its fire–this is where strength lives.

Kade’s embarrassment deepened, but tonight, under the silver light of the moon, I felt the thrill of the hunt–untethered, sovereign, and completely mine.

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