A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Freya’s POV

“Kade…” he opened his mouth, but the words got caught somewhere between pride and hesitation.

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“I should have told you back then, when I married….. I didn’t let you know. I’m sorry,” I said, taking the first step. I wanted him to know I remembered, I cared.

His nose twitched, a sharp scent of emotion betraying him. “Yeah… I was miserable back then.”

He’d only just realized what his feelings for me truly were, but by that time, I had already been claimed by another. The Alpha Caelum.

“Now…” he hesitated, then forced a grin. “Now, I’m happy.”

“Happy?” I blinked, slightly startled. “Because… I’m divorcing?”

“Exactly,” he said, and his grin widened, wolfish and unabashed. “Because you’re divorcing, I’m thrilled.” He lifted his glass and drank deep, crimson wine spilling down the corner of his lips, tracing the line of his neck, soaking into the collar of his

shirt.

His eyes, bright as twin moons, glimmered with a drunken intensity. “Once you’re free… there’s something I want to tell you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Not now?”

He shook his head, a slow, deliberate movement. “Not now. Later… when there’s no chains of duty, no moral leash, no pack politics to bind us.”

I nodded, understanding. Wolves feel the truth in their bones; he wanted a moment untethered, where our fates could collide freely.

“Fine,” I said.

Eventually, the wine got to him. Kade toppled onto the table, half–asleep, half–lost in drunken haze. Lana, not far behind in her own indulgence, giggled uncontrollably beside him. I rubbed my temples, already bracing for the labor of dragging two drunken packmates to their respective rooms.

A buzz on my phone broke my headache. A message from Caelum: the details of the divorce press conference. I stared at it, feeling the chill settle in my chest. After all was said and done, all that remained between him and me was this frozen, clinical

severance.

Soon, the

press would/know.

I had planned to go alone, but Lana refused. “You’re getting divorced. I might as well be your family–you need me there she said, her voice warm, loyal, unwavering.

A pang of something long buried surged through me. My parents gone, my brother missing, my marriage a hollow cage–I’d walked alone for so long. Yet here was Lana, a wolf standing firm beside me, ready to defend, to back me, regardless of the fight.

“You are my family,” I murmured, a rare softness in my voice.

The hotel lobby for the press conference was already set when we arrived, though the event hadn’t begun. The first people I saw were Giselle and Eleanor. The air snapped with tension. Wolves scent danger a heartbeat before it strikes, and both of them radiated hostility.

Eleanor lunged at me, hand arcing in a slap meant to humiliate. I caught her wrist mid–air.

“The only one who can land you in prison… is your own misdeeds,” I said, letting the weight of my words be the pack’s law, then flicked her hand away.

I laughed–cold, wolfish, untamed. Caelum had seen Eleanor’s lies, her venom. Yet now, here he was, swallowing her words like an obedient pup. He had never truly seen me as family, never truly respected me as part of his pack. And he never would

“What’s so funny?” he snapped, brow furrowed, claws of pride flickering beneath the surface.

“Divorcing you is, without a doubt, the best decision I’ve ever made,” I said plainly. My words, light on human tone but heavy with wolf’s conviction, cut through him sharper than fangs.

He tensed, unease creeping across him. Though today the world would witness our divorce, hearing it come from me- strong, resolute–was like a fresh fang in the ribs, reminding him he was about to lose something he’d never truly held.

He tried to reclaim control, masking the sting. “If you refuse to apologize… then don’t expect me to release the 1.53 million cash you demanded!”

Lana’s voice rose instantly, a fierce growl of indignation. “Caelum, are you even human? That money–it’s Freya’s parents-”

I held

up a hand, stopping her mid–rant. “Lana, let me handle this.”

I pulled out my phone and played a video. The footage was clear: Eleanor lunged, failed, then staged the entire assault‘ for human eyes. The truth lay bare, the deception undone.

Tonight, I would stand, fangs bared, instincts sharp. Wolves know the hunt is never just about survival—it’s about truth. dominance, and claining what is rightfully theirs.

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