A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Freya’s POV

1 barely restrained a laugh. I knew how ridiculous this all must have looked to anyone who knew the truth.

“Kade.” I murmured under my breath, “go on.”

+8 Pearls

His eyes glimmered, predatory and amused. “Your brother’s a finance graduate, right? Does he even know how to code? Build drones? And yet he thinks he can claim a UAV patent?”

Giselle’s face froze. Her tone was sharp, defensive. “And Freya? What skills could she possibly have to claim a patent?”

Lana, blazing with fury beside me, sprang to her feet. “Freya graduated top of her class at Halston Combat Academy! She was the top of The Capital’s science track. Is that enough? Your brother’s only got brains for money, apparently. He wants to grab Freya’s patent, yet now pretends he can’t pay her 1.53 million?!”

I let the words hang in the air, feeling the pack inside me stir with raw satisfaction. Giselle’s mouth fell open, disbelief written across her face.

Graduated from Halston? Top of The Capital in science? That… Freya?

Impossible. In her eyes, I was nothing. And yet here I was, standing at the center of truth while she gaped like a wolf caught in the sun.

“You’re… lying,” Giselle stammered, disbelief still clinging to her words.

“You can always ask Caelum himself,” Lana said, cold and deliberate.

Giselle turned toward her brother. His silence confirmed everything. The truth, undeniable, pressed against the air like the scent of blood in a full moon hunt.

While Giselle gawked at my qualifications, the others in the room were more shocked by how little I’d requested for the divorce. Only 1.53 million? Most had assumed I’d demand far more, and now they began to realize how unfairly I’d been treated all these years. After all, by any normal division, I could have claimed half of Caelum’s wealth.

“Caelum,” I said, my voice even, razor–sharp, “keep the patent. I only want the 1.53 million we agreed upon.”

His face darkened with humiliation and rage. I could feel the pack instincts flaring from him, but the audience’s gaze made him look small, almost pitiful. “Freya… I haven’t refused. Once the shares unlock, you’ll get your money. Why push me like

this?”

“Push you?” I snorted, and then, deliberately, I brought out a thick stack of documents. “These are your private card statements over the past two years. Just the jewelry you bought for Aurora–over twenty pieces, totaling more than 50 million. And now you tell me you can’t pay 1.53 million for a divorce?”

Caelum’s face darkened further, but I didn’t give him the chance to respond. I flicked my wrist, sending the entire stack scattering across the stage toward the audience.

Invoices, photos of every piece of jewelry, and the marked prices flew through the air. Even the necklace and earrings Aurora wore that day were among them. Alone, those two pieces were worth over 10 million:

Her face drained of color. She hastily removed her necklace and earrings, trembling. Her plan to appear regal and superior, to highlight my supposed inadequacy, had backfired spectacularly. The jewelry now felt like a burning coal in her hands.

One reporter pressed, voice sharp. “Miss Aurora, are these gifts really from Mr. Grafton, as shown in these documents?”

“Are the pieces you’re wearing today also from him?” another asked.

“Do these gifts carry any particular significance?”

She stammered, caught, the cameras capturing every microsecond. “These… are just gifts from Caelum as a friend. Nothing

Kade’s tone was lazy, but it carried teeth. “As a friend… your friend’s generous, huh? Willing to give you 50 million in jewelry but balks at paying his wife 1.53 million for a divorce.”

Aurora’s face shifted from white to red. She tried to argue, but her words died before they even left her throat.

Another reporter turned to Caelum. “Did any of the 50 million in gifts come from investors‘ money? You just said all your personal funds are tied in the company. Were you lying?”

His jaw tightened. “No. None of this involved company funds or investors. It’s all personal money.”

But then Giselle, desperate to attack, shouted, “That’s because Freya cheated! That’s why my brother won’t pay!”

A ripple of shock swept the room.

“And I have proof!” she continued, fingers pointing at Kade. “She cheated with him!”

She pulled out photos–Kade and I, drinking, eating skewers, laughing.

I felt the wolf in me bristle. My teeth ached to shred her lies apart. The smell of deceit, the scent of pack politics, the falsity in the air–it all called for one thing: dominance, control, and truth laid bare.