A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Freya’s POV

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I looked at the photos, my jaw tight. They were taken last night on Lana’s terrace, carefully framed to show only Kade and me together, deliberately cutting her out of the frame.

One picture made my stomach tighten–Kade leaning against my shoulder, my arms around his waist. That was the moment I was just trying to steady a drunken Kade and get him inside.

Giselle’s voice pierced the tension, arrogant and venomous. “See? Freya’s cheating with this pretty boy. She’s the one at fault!

My brother’s generous, still giving her some shares, but I say she should walk away empty–handed!”

Lana’s roar cut through the room like a wolf’s warning. “You’re talking bullshit! I was there, and you know it!”

Giselle smirked, mocking. “Oh, so your friend can cover for her with lies now?”

Lana’s eyes blazed fire. “This is my home. You want to slander her? At least use your brain. Last night we were all drinking together. Freya was just helping Kade inside. His uncle came for him afterward. End of story!”

Giselle scoffed. “You’re just covering for them. Trying to protect a couple of lovers!”

Kade’s voice rumbled from beside me, low and dangerous, like the growl of a wolf ready to strike. “Pretty boy‘? Hah… that’s a first. Anyone else calling me that better be ready to back it up.” His black, sharp eyes locked on Giselle, freezing her in place.

A shiver ran down her spine. Anyone who knew Kade Blackridge’s reputation in The Capital–the way he could snap a man’s life in half with a single look–knew she’d just stepped into the wrong den.

“Can you take responsibility for what you’re saying?” Kade asked, voice cold, predatorily calm.

Giselle tried to stand her ground. “Why not? These photos clearly show you and Freya… together!”

“Defamation can carry a sentence of up to three years,” Kade said, his lips curling in a cold, dangerous smile. “Yesterday, the one who picked me up was my uncle–Victor Ashford, top attorney in The Capital. Lana was there too. Do you think even he would lie?”

The name hit her like ice. Victor Ashford—one of the most respected lawyers in The Capital, whose mere reputation could crush a man’s plans before they began. Giselle had known of him during her brief detention, hoping he might help her and Eleanor wriggle free. Too bad he wouldn’t touch this case with a ten–foot pole.

“Your so–called evidence is incomplete, and now you want to slander? Do I look like the mistress here?” Kade stepped forward, each movement deliberate, powerful, like a wolf circling its prey.

Giselle’s skin crawled The room seemed to shrink around Kade’s presence. Anyone familiar with his reputation could feel the instinctive threat radiating from him. This was no man to mess with.

Caelum opened his mouth, trying to smooth things over, but his words faltered under Kade’s shadow, Even he knew better than to provoke this wolf.

“Master Kade… my sister was only-” Caelum started.

Before he could finish, a voice cut through, commanding, unmistakable. “Who dares smear my niece?”

I spun around, heart thumping, and saw Aldred–my uncle from the Iron Fang Recon Unit–entering the room, with Silas Whitmor at his side, Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition.

I rushed forward, relief flooding me. “Aldred! You came?”

You child,” he scolded gently, eyes softening despite the sternness in his tone. “Such a big event–your divorce and you didn’t tell me?”

His gaze swept over the room, taking in the smear campaign being flung at me. My parents weren’t here to protect me, but Aldred’s presence was like a pack’s shield, a sense of home and safety.

“You don’t have your parents. I’m your elder. A divorce this big? I come whether you like it or not,” he said firmly.

I blinked back tears. Aldred, my parents‘ closest friend, the one who had handed me their ashes… he was more family than almost anyone left in my life.

Caelum’s eyes narrowed. “Who is this? I’ve never heard you mention an uncle.”

Aldred didn’t respond with threats. He didn’t need to. He simply looked at Caelum with the quiet authority of a wolf Alpha who had spent decades hunting and commanding his own pack. Even in civilian clothes, the years in the military radiated from him like the scent of blood in the air.

“You are… Freya Thorne’s chosen mate?” His voice was sharp, testing, the weight of his presence pressing down like a predator asserting dominance.

Before Caelum could answer, Eleanor’s voice cut in, shrill and defensive. “Not anymore! My son doesn’t need a woman like Freya!”

I stood taller, feeling the surge of my own pack instincts flare. With Aldred here, the predators in the room would have to think twice before daring to attack me further.

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