Ch. 51..55: A Warrior Luna's Awakening Chapter 51-55
Chapter 51
Freya’s POV
Just as I opened my mouth, a familiar voice rang sharply behind me.
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“Looks like I came just in time. If Alpha Whitmor wants to move against me, go ahead. But don’t even think about using Freya as leverage!”
My body froze. I turned, and there he was–Kade Blackridge, striding across the range with that commanding wolf–born presence.
Kade? Here? My brows lifted in surprise.
He reached my side in a few strides. “Freya, I heard from Lana that you were here. So I came to get you. Returned the coat?” “Yeah… it’s returned,” I said, realizing immediately that Lana must have told him.
“Then let’s go.” He tugged my hand free from Silas’s collar and turned to face the Ironclad Alpha. “Mr. Whitmor, if you think you can move against me, use my sister as a plaything, be my guest. Try it.”
Silas’s frown tightened, his gaze narrowing at the sight of Kade and me side by side. The image stabbed like sunlight into his chest–just like the scene he’d witnessed at the hospital, me held close by Kade.
“There’s nothing in this world that’s absolute. You may think you’re the hunter, but perhaps… unknowingly, you’ve become prey,” Kade said, gripping my hand, and then we left.
In The Capital, few had the audacity to confront Silas Whitmor head–on. Fewer still survived such encounters unscathed. “Wren,” Silas’s voice cut softly behind us, cold as ice, “tell me… could I ever become the prey?”
Wren stiffened. “Impossible. Who in The Capital would dare?”
Even Kade, a notorious small–scale Alpha in the city, could not compare to Silas in sheer authority and reach.
“Yet,” Silas murmured, his gaze lingering on the pistol I had just used, “what if… someday, I truly become prey? Who do you think the hunter would be?”
The thought was chilling. Who in this world could, or would, hùnt Silas Whitmor?
I followed Kade out of the shooting range, still gripping his hand. “Were you not afraid of what you just said to him? That you’d provoke him?”
Kade smirked, calm as ever. “Since I said it, why would I be afraid?”
“But Whitmor isn’t like anyone else. Even if you’re strong-”
“You think I’m that weak?” Kade interrupted, a predator’s grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m no longer the reckless pup from the Iron Fang Recon Unit. If Silas wants to strike, he better prepare for mutual destruction.”
His confidence made me pause. There was no use arguing further. Whatever happened, we’d face it together.
“And… you, Freya,” he added, teasing yet earnest. “Weren’t you the one speaking boldly for me back there? Didn’t you feel fear?”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Me? This is my fight, too. And Kade… unlike you, I have no family watching over me. If something happens to me, no one will mourn. I am alone. Even if danger comes, 1-”
never finished my sentence,
“How you think no one would mourn you?” Kade’s grip tightened, his amber eyes blazing. “If something happens to you, I cannot speak for others–but I swear, I will carve my way through fire and blood to avenge you!”
I stared at him, unsteady. The boy who once needed my guidance, my protection, had grown into this unwavering Alpha-
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mature, decisive, dangerous. His expression left no doubt: if harm ever came to me, he would act, without hesitation.
“I… won’t fall so easily. You forget what I can do,” I said, my throat tight but voice steady.
Kade’s grin deepened, wolfish. “Of course. And I will not let anything happen to you, either.”
We climbed into the car.
“I want to go pay respects to your parents,” he said. “Would that be alright?”
I blinked, touched by the thoughtfulness in his voice. “You don’t have to. They’re still at the funeral home, waiting to be interred.”
Kade nodded. “If I’d known you were retrieving their ashes, I would have come with you.”
I felt the sting of tears but smiled faintly. “Your intention is enough. They are safe, for now.”
When we arrived, I knelt before the casket holding my parents‘ ashes. The national flag draped across it shone bright, the same red my parents had once fought to protect with their lives.
pressed my hands together in silent prayer. “Mom, Dad… just a few more days, and I’ll bring you home.”
I opened my eyes and saw Kade bowing sincerely before the casket. “Uncle, Auntie… rest assured. I will protect Freya. She will never be hurt again.”
The determination in his posture, the heat of his wolf–born aura–it made my chest tighten. In this city of power and predators, I was not alone.
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I let out a small, wry smile. “I don’t need you to take care of me. I can handle myself.”
“Even if you’re strong, I still want to take care of you,” Kade said, his amber gaze locking onto me. “If I’d known what Caelum Grafton–what that bastard–did to you back then, I would have…”
My phone rang, cutting off his words. The screen flashed Caelum’s name. I frowned, answering.
“Why have you cleared out all your things from the villa?” His voice was sharp, threaded with irritation.
“I moved out. If you see anything left that belongs to me, just throw it away. No need to call,” I said, my voice calm, steady.
“Moved out? What is this supposed to mean? Are you sulking at me?”
“Not sulking. I just don’t want to live there anymore,” I said lightly. “And about the divorce… I don’t want to drag it on. I can waive the hundred million in the agreement, but I need you to finalize the divorce papers as soon as possible.”
Three more days, and the thirty–day Lunar Severance Phase would end. Once he agreed, we could be done. I wanted this marriage ended cleanly, with no lingering chains.
“Fine. You want a divorce? Then come back to the villa. We’ll talk about it now!” he barked, then hung up.
I put my phone away and turned to Kade. “I need to go to the villa.”
“Is this about the divorce? I’ll go with you!” Kade said immediately, having overheard some of the call.
“No. This is between me and him. I’ll go alone,” I replied firmly.
“Are you really going through with it?” His gaze bore into me.
I glanced at my parents‘ casket in my mind, remembering their sacrifices. If they could see me now, would they want me to remain trapped in this hollow marriage?
“Yes,” I said aloud, voice low but unwavering.
When I arrived at the villa, Caelum was already sitting on the living
room sofa.
“Freya… do you really want a divorce?” His tone was a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
“My marriage with you has no reason to continue,” I said plainly.
“For such trivial things, you want a divorce? What do you even take marriage to be?”
“Trivial?” I gave him a sharp look. “Your mother and sister treated me that way–is that trivial? And your affair with Aurora- is that trivial?”
His face darkened. “My mother and sister were wrong, but they’ve been detained. They’ve paid the price. Isn’t that enough?” I laughed bitterly. “So the abuser pays, the victim should just be satisfied? Is that what you think?”
“And Aurora and I were just friends! I never slept with her, so stop aecusing me of adultery!”
“Do you really think infidelity is only about the body?” I snapped. “When everyone thinks you two are perfect together, when everyone praises you as the golden couple–did you ever deny it? Did you ever say, ‘I already have a wife‘?”
I was a business setting. I couldn’t disrupt the atmosphere. Besides, if I contradicted her, I would have embarrassed AuroralTM “No,” I said, voice cold, “you weren’t afraid of disrupting the atmosphere. You weren’t worried about Aurora’s face. You were asharned of me. You were too embarrassed to say anything because I’m your wife, because being married to me made you lose face!”
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His face flushed with embarrassment, but he quickly countered, “And you? Do you think you’re flawless? You have multiple patents, were a drone specialist in the military, and yet never told me!”
“Yes, I didn’t mention it. Because you never cared.” I said, letting the words cut. “I told you I’d done research on drones. And what did you say? You thought I was boasting. You thought I was jealous of Aurora and trying to compete with her!”
Caelum went silent, realizing he had indeed dismissed my words when the company was expanding into drone tech.
“The one who truly despised me in this house was you. That’s why your mother, your friends, even Aurora, looked down on me!” I said, my voice sharp.
His expression shifted, a mix of red and pale. “I didn’t despise you… I just…” He faltered, struggling for an explanation that didn’t exist.
“Doesn’t matter anymore. I’m here only to settle the divorce,” I said.
He pressed his lips together, eyes narrowing. “Are you divorcing me… to be with Kade?”
I froze. My pulse jumped. How could he even mention Kade?
The air in the villa felt suddenly colder, heavy with the scent of tension and unspoken truths.
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I hadn’t expected him to bring up Kade like that. His words hit me like a snapping fang. “I can’t believe you’re still close with Kade, Freya. One Silas Whitmor, one Kade Blackridge…. you really know how to stir trouble with men,” Caelum spat, his tone dripping with jealousy, teeth bared in more than metaphor.
I narrowed my amber eyes, feeling the primal heat of indignation flare in my chest. “Caelum, don’t let your own filth blind you. Kade is my comrade–my packmate. He would never betray me.”
“Comrade?” His sneer cut like jagged claws. “A comrade would risk themselves for someone who left the military three years ago? Kade is known as one of The Capital’s little tyrants–he doesn’t lift a paw for anyone! Freya, just how deep is your bond with him that he would step into my territory for you? Were you two inseparable in the military…”
SLAP!
The strike landed across his face like ice–shattered glass. The room froze under the charge of tension, thick as wolf–scent in a
storm.
Caelum flinched,,a sting of pride burning hotter than any wound. Since building SilverTech Forgeworks, no one had dared strike him like this. Not once.
“Freya, have you lost your mind?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.
I bared rny own resolve, eyes locked on his, amber fire flaring. “Those words–enough to charge a soldier with insult. Soldiers don’t tolerate such venom. Between soldiers, we trust our lives with each other. When the hunt comes, when the claws strike, we risk everything to protect our packmates.”,
My voice rang like the call of a lone wolf in the night, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.
Silence fell. He looked smaller somehow, diminished under the weight of my gaze, as though he were exposed beneath the moonlight and stripped of his armor.
“You… will never understand,” I said softly, letting the wolf in me speak through the calm.
“Yes…. I don’t understand. You want a divorce, right? Fine, I agree!” His tone shifted, cold and calculating, predatory in its own way. “I’ve studied your patents. The rest I can let go–but that drone control program you patented after our marriage? After the divorce, it must be fully authorized to SilverTech Forgeworks for development and deployment.”
My fur bristled beneath the skin, the chill of betrayal crawling down my spine.
“You want my patent?? I asked, low and dangerous.
“It’s marital property. I want it. When the company profits, you’ll get your share,” he said, voice smooth but sharp as a fang.
I saw through it. Opportunism, pure and unmasked. That patent was the culmination of my post–military work, most of it crafted before our union. The final stages were only completed after the loss of my parents and my slow recovery from grief. It was meant to strengthen SilverTech, yet now he tried to seize it like a wolf claiming prey.
“And if I refuse?” My voice dropped to a growl, cold and predatory, slicing the air between us.
“Then I’ll take it to the courts,” he said, eyes narrowing. “I know you intended it for SkyVex Armaments, but it’s marital property. Want to see them suffer for
your
defiance? Be my guest
I shook my head, amber eyes flashing with disdain. “Lthought you had any semblance of integrity left, but now… even this petty greed, you flaunt it.”
This is for the company. If you insist on divorce, the patent belongs to Silver Tech!” His tone hardened like steel. Survival of his empire depended on it.
I met him with unflinching eyes, wolf instincts sharpening my senses. “For the company? Fine. Hold your press conference to announce the divorce, accompany me to the civil affairs office, and the patent is yours.”
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Surprise flickered across his features. “You really mean it?”
“I do,” I said, claws metaphorically sheathed but resolve unyielding.
“Three days, then,” he said, eyes dark, predatory. “I expect you to honor your word.”
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I let out a low, bitter laugh. Once, I had bared my heart to him. Now, even this divorce–a severing of ties–was twisted into leverage.
“Caelum, I, Freya Thorne, have never regretted anything in my life… but marrying you? That, I do regret!” My words struck like fangs, sharp and unflinching.
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Lana’s amber eyes widened as Freya’s terms hung in the air. “You’re really giving him the patent?”
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Freya’s lips curved into a slow, wolfish smirk. “Whether Caelum can wield it or not… that’s another matter.” There was a predator’s edge in her voice, subtle but unmistakable, as if the steel in her gaze could cut through SilverTech’s reinforced walls.
Lana relaxed slightly, sensing the coiled strategy beneath Freya’s calm exterior. “And the divorce… what’s your price?” “1.53 million.” Freya said, steady, precise–her words marking territory like a lone wolf staking a claim. Every syllable carried weight, every pause measured.
It was before leaving Caelum Grafton’s penthouse that she had laid down her demand.
“What? Only 1.53 million?” Lana blinked, disbelief coloring her tone. “You helped Caelum push SilverTech to go public. By rights, you should get half his assets in a divorce.”
Freya’s amber eyes narrowed, her fangs barely showing in a faint snarl. “His properties are tied up with the banks, and SilverTech is strapped for cash. Even if I wanted more, he simply can’t give it. And… I just want to sever the tie cleanly. I don’t want to stay bound to him anymore.”
Lana tilted her head, sensing the precision behind Freya’s calculation. “Then why 1.53 million? That’s oddly specific,” she asked.
Freya’s gaze darkened, eyes glinting with a flicker of fire. She pursed her lips bitterly. “1.53 million… it’s my parents‘ death compensation. I used that money to help Caelum start SilverTech. Now… if I am to cut ties, I need at least this back. The scales have to be balanced.”
Lana’s jaw tightened. “Caelum truly is despicable. Taking your parents‘ money to build his empire and not even collecting their ashes? If Eric were here… he would tear him apart verbally. And you… you’d probably get scolded too for getting involved!”
A small, bitter laugh escaped Freya, low and almost wolfish. “Yes… if Eric knew, he’d certainly give me one of his legendary scoldings.”
Her mind drifted briefly to her brother–Eric Thorne. The man who scolded not with venom, but with precision. The words cut deep, leaving invisible marks that shaped her discipline and instincts. Back then, she had feared his voice, his judgment. But now… she longed for that clarity, the grounding presence of a pack’s discipline.
“Don’t worry,” Lana said, her hand brushing Freya’s shoulder–a silent gesture of solidarity. “Soon enough, you’ll get that scolding. Not long now.”
Freya’s gaze lowered, amber eyes fixed on the floor, but her wolfish instincts remained alext. Once the divorce was finalized, she would return her parents‘ remains to their resting place in their hometown, honoring their memory properly. Then… the hunt would resume–she would track Eric to wherever he had vanished, no matter the distance.
“That may delay the start of your work at SkyVex Armaments,” Lana said softly, reading the tension in Freya’s posture, “but the drone research can wait. You’ll find him first.”
Freya nodded slowly, her jaw set. The wolf within her prowled, restless, sniffing the trail, sensing the territories yet to reclaim. Amber eyes reflected determination, the kind that would not be denied. She would find Eric. She would reclaim her legacy. She would not allow Caelum or anyone else to stake a claim over her life or her intellect again.
Meanwhile, across town at the Cloud Horizon restaurant, Aurora watched Caelum Grafton with cautious curiosity. “She really agreed to give you the patent?”
Caelum exhaled, tension knitting his brow. “Yes. As long as I hold the press conference to announce the divorce, she’ll hand it over.” Even he felt a pang of disgust at himself. He had never imagined divorce could become a weapon, a transaction to secure survival for SilverTech. Yet the patent was crucial; without it, the company’s path through the current financial storm would be blocked.
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“And… did she ask for anything else?” Aurora’s concern was genuine. Any increase in Freya’s leverage meant a decrease in his own future gains with her.
“She only requested 1.53 million in cash as a divorce settlement.” Caelum replied, carefully choosing his words.
*1.53 million?” Aurora frowned. “Why that number?”
He shrugged, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. “Who knows? Perhaps it was offhand. I’ve long since lost track of the first capital she lent me when SilverTech was barely breathing.”
Will you give it to her?” Aurora pressed. A sum of 1.53 million was not massive, but it would allow him to clear the legal path and resume his life.
Caelum hesitated, feeling the sting of pride and the pull of responsibility. “Aurora… I need to discuss something with you. You know SilverTech’s cash flow is tight. Paying 1.53 million in one go… it might be difficult. Could we…” His face betrayed a hint of awkwardness–he was accustomed to giving rather than taking, especially money, even more so to those he had wronged or owed.
Aurora’s brow creased. “I just became a co–pilot; I don’t have much liquidity. My parents‘ wealth is largely tied in antiques, real estate… very little cash.”
A shadow of disappointment crossed Caelum’s features.
“I have around 100,000 in cash. You can borrow that first,” Aurora offered, voice steady, her wolfish practicality coming through.
“Never mind, I’ll find another way,” Caelum said, dismissing it. 100,000 wouldn’t cover the debt anyway.
Aurora’s expression softened, tinged with guilt. “Sorry, Caelum. Can’t help much.”
“It’s fine,” he said.
“Actually,” Aurora added thoughtfully, “you don’t have to give her cash immediately. You could offset it with your shares when the lock–up period ends. That way, no immediate cash outlay.”
Caelum’s eyes flickered. “The shares are currently in the lock–up period–they can’t be traded yet.”
Aurora smiled faintly, wolfish cunning glinting in her gaze. “Then she can wait. If she truly wants the divorce, she’ll accept that. Trust me.”
Caelum nodded slowly, feeling the weight of inevitability settle over him like a wolf pressed against the wind–resistant, but ultimately trapped in the hunt.
Caelum hesitated for a moment, the weight of pride pressing against him. Fine… let it be for now,” he said finally. He wasn’t the type to stoop to borrowing money, and his wolfish pride bristled at the thought.
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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.