A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Freya’s POV

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Jocelyn Thorne’s eyes narrowed, a subtle shadow of displeasure crossing her otherwise composed, golden face. She stepped in front of me, her smile still polite, but I could smell the tension coiling beneath it.

“Let me be clear,” she said, voice soft yet venomous. “To Silas, you are nothing. He will never love anyone.”

I didn’t flinch. My wolf growled low in my chest, smelling the scent of entitlement and threat she carried. “So…. he won’t love you either?” I asked, voice steady.

Her face flushed crimson. Before she could react further, she swung her hand toward my cheek.

Instinctively, I caught it with one hand, holding it firm. “Between people, there’s no such thing as worthier or lesser,” I said coldly, letting my wolf’s dominance temper my words. “Why do you assume you’re above anyone else?”

“You… you don’t even know who I am! I am-” she tried to assert, her pride flaring.

“I know your name is Jocelyn Thorne,” I interrupted, my voice flat. “As for your pedigree or pack status? I have no interest.” I flicked her hand aside.

A bitter laugh slipped from her lips. “What if I told Silas you pushed me, broke my glasses, even hurt my eye? What do you think he would do to you?‘

Before I could respond, she yanked off her glasses and smashed them against the sink. The golden frames shattered, lenses splintering into jagged shards. My wolf flared at the reckless aggression–but I kept calm.

“My eyes… are what Silas cares about most,” she said, venom dripping from every word.

I barely restrained a snarl. She had misread him–and me. Silas was no man to be trifled with, and anyone thinking to manipulate him or threaten those under his protection would discover just how deadly patience could become.

I pressed a button on my phone and flipped it to speaker. The call was already live–Silas’s voice cool and clear filled the restroom. “I heard everything.”

From the corner, Silas emerged, tall and lethal, his presence radiating dominance. My grip on the phone tightened, wolf instinct guiding my actions. “Since Alpha Whitmor has already heard, I trust he won’t blame me,” I said calmly.

Jocelyn’s features twisted with fury. “You deliberately set me up!”

“If you hadn’t tried to hurt me, none of this would have happened,” I replied, my words icy but measured.

She lunged at me, but Silas’s hand intercepted, a quiet yet absolute command. “My people are not yours to touch.” His gaze, as sharp as a wolf’s fang, rested on her injured eye. “Next time you weaponize that against anyone, don’t expect my old promises to stand.”

Jocelyn froze. Her arrogance faltered under the weight of his presence. “I… understand,” she whispered finally, a shadow of fear crossing her face.

Silas and I left the restroom. Outside, I felt my pulse steady into its wolf rhythm again. The predator scent lingering from Jocelyn wasn’t strong enough to bother me when Silas walked beside me, an unyielding wall of Alpha authority.

In the car, Silas finally spoke. “If I hadn’t answered your call, what would you have done?”

“Not afraid she might retaliate?” His voice was calm, the iron edge of his command barely hidden.

Life’s too short to live in fear,” I said, feeling the fire of my pack blood flare. “If we fear every possible strike, we’re already

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half dead.”

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Silas’s lips curved, a faint wolfish smile tugging at the corner, and I allowed my gaze to linger on him, wolf and human alike— both Alpha, both predator, and now, for the first time, uneasy allies in this hunt of power and pride.