Ch. 56..60: A Warrior Luna's Awakening Chapter 56-60
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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.
She shrieked, scandalized, “How dare you strike your mother–in–law!”
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I narrowed my eyes. This human pretense, this weak mask of moral outrage–it was laughable.
Caelum’s voice cut through sharply: “Freya, you hit my mother?”
I turned just in time to see him and Aurora approaching.
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Giselle trailed behind, half–supporting Eleanor, spinning her own version of events. “Brother, it’s not her fault! Mom just yelled because Freya refused to sign that reconciliation statement–she barely said anything!”
I fixed my gaze on Caelum. “Do you believe her?”
“She is my mother. Of course I do. We have a press conference in a few minutes; I don’t want embarrassment. You’d better apologize immediately,” he demanded, his Alpha authority sharp but naive.
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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“Caelum…. don’t you usually trust your mother? Do you… still trust her now?” I asked, my tone slicing through the tense air like a fang through hide.
He froze, a flicker of shame crossing his features as he turned to look at Eleanor and Giselle. “When I bailed you two out… didn’t you promise me this wouldn’t happen again?”
Both of them shrank back slightly, the weight of their lies and pride momentarily faltering.
Aurora jumped in, her voice smooth but sharp.” Eleanor and Giselle were only upset because Freya refused to sign the reconciliation statement. After all, you were once a family. Why make such a scene?”
She turned toward me, eyes flashing with some faux moral superiority. “If I were you, I’d never sink so low as to throw someone down when they’re already struggling.”
Giselle’s gaze softened toward Aurora, gratitude shining in her naive eyes. “Aurora, you’re wonderful. You don’t hold my past mistakes against me. Once my brother and Freya are officially divorced, I’ll make sure he marries you immediately!”
I chuckled quietly to myself. Watching the two of them now, so sisterly and affectionate, it was almost laughable. They’d barely survived a war of words in the station earlier, clawing at each other over petty pride, and now they played this game of sisterhood like wolves licking at each other’s necks in mock submission.
Soon, the press conference began. Reporters packed the room, alongside some high–ranking executives from SilverTech Forgeworks and representatives from partner companies.
Caelum and I sat in the center on the raised platform.
Caelum cleared his throat. “Today, I am here to officially announce that Freya Thorne and I have decided to finalize our divorce.”
A wave of murmurs rippled through the room.
He continued, smoothly, as if rehearsed: “The UAV software patent Freya applied for during our marriage will, upon the divorce taking effect, belong to SilverTech Forgeworks. It will be developed exclusively under the company’s management.”
The murmurs grew louder.
“And ! will provide Freya with financial compensation as part of the divorce settlement,” he added. “This compensation will not draw from SilverTech’s resources, but from a portion of my personal shares, pledged to her.”
I froze. My instincts flared, sensing the deception. Those shares were still locked–untouchable. Transferring them wasn’t just impossible overnight; it required layers of approval, signatures, and corporate maneuvering. Caelum was speaking, but he wasn’t planning to deliver a single cent.
“This isn’t what we agreed on!” I stood abruptly, eyes cold and razor–sharp, scanning him as if I could pierce through to the truth behind his words.
“Yes, I said I’d give you cash,” he replied, calm and calculated, “but I do not intend to drain company funds to pay for our marriage. Every personal dime I had is tied up in the company’s operations. It’s a critical period for the company. Freya… are you willing to risk the company just for money?”
His words were a trap. They painted him as the dedicated Alpha, the selfless pack leader, while framing me as greedy, petty, unreasonable,
Executives‘ eyes flicked to me, judgment glinting like sharpened claws.
Eleanor’s voice shrieked above the murmurs. “My son has devoted himself to this company! And you… you only care about taking money and walking away. You married him to live off his efforts, and now even more, all you think about is cash!”
Giselle joined, righteous and venomous “Freya, are you willing to sacrifice the company’s collective hard work for your personal gain? This company wasn’t built as your private vault–it was co–founded with my brother and dedicated
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Their words painted me as selfish, my integrity shredded beneath the weight of their lies. I could feel the tension of the room like a wolf’s hackles rising. Even though those executives knew, deep down, the work I’d put in for years to build and protect this company, when personal stakes came into play, their loyalties shifted like fickle winds.
I met Eleanor and Giselle’s accusations with a cold, unflinching gaze. Caelum said nothing.
Private vault? Funny… I remembered who had treated company profits as their own personal treasure.
Then, a voice cut through the growing storm.
“Haha… this is rich,” Kade Blackridge said as he strode into the room. The journalists turned, recognizing the infamous wolf of The Capital. His presence radiated power, raw and untamed, and all eyes snapped to him. “Divorce and suddenly the patent is off–limits? Wanting Freya to walk away empty–handed? This is… bone–sucking evil, sharper than any vampire’s fang.” The room fell silent, all the subtle murmurs halted.
Caelum’s face shifted. He straightened, rigid with authority. “Kade, that’s a harsh accusation. That patent was developed during our marriage and, as marital property, belongs to the company. There’s nothing wrong with the arrangement.”
Kade’s lips curved into a sharp, predatory grin. “Just because it was developed during the marriage doesn’t make it joint property. That software was Freya’s creation–your name on it means nothing.”
Giselle’s voice shrilled, unrestrained. “How do you know it had nothing to do with my brother? He’s an elite graduate… Freya couldn’t have done it alone. She must’ve used his research somehow, right?”
I felt the surge of the pack in me–my fangs itched, my muscles tensed. The room’s false hierarchy, their staged morality. their claws–in–disguise, it all smelled like carrion. Wolves don’t forgive deceit, and I was ready to tear through it all.
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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.”
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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:
Eyes turned toward Aurora, Some of the reporters pointed and murmured.
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
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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.
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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.
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“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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“Caelum isn’t worthy of you, Freya! He wouldn’t even come to bring your parents‘ ashes back with you–how could he ever be your husband?” Aldred’s voice thundered, fury vibrating through the room.
Eleanor scoffed, venom dripping from every word. “Bah! Ashes, such unlucky things–do you expect my son to go fetch them? Dream on!” She spat the words as if they were poison. “That day Freya came with the urn, wanting to leave it at our home for a few days… I slapped her and made her drop it. If she’d dared to leave it here. I would have smashed it myself. Trying to curse my Grafton family with bad luck? How malicious…”
Aldred’s hands clenched, his body trembling with rage. He finally understood just what kind of suffering I had endured.
Kade’s and Lana’s faces were tight with anger, Lana’s eyes wet with unshed tears. She was finally seeing the hidden layers behind my divorce–the depths of injustice I had been forced to endure.
And Caelum… how could he treat me this way?
Eleanor’s malicious pride rose with each word until a cold, commanding voice cut through the room. “Strike!”
The crack of a powerful slap echoed. Eleanor’s mouth froze mid–sentence, her words strangled in her throat. Everyone in the room went silent, watching. The hand belonged to one of Silas Whitmor’s men–but the one who had given the command was none other than Silas Whitmor himself.
Eleanor staggered, stunned, before reality sank in. She screeched, “Fine, Freya! You collude with outsiders against me? Your parents gave birth to a daughter like you, that’s why they died early!”
“Continue!” Silas Whitmor’s voice, low and cold, issued the single word, and his men resumed, slapping Eleanor again and again. Her face quickly swollen, reddened, the room reverberating with the relentless rhythm of punishment.
No one dared intervene–this was Silas Whitmor, Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, a predator whose influence blanketed half of The Capital.
Caelum tried to step forward, to protect Eleanor–but Silas‘ men blocked him. He couldn’t even shout without risk, and all his rage turned on me. “Freya, you won’t make them stop? This is what you want?!”
I pressed my lips together, saying nothing.
If Eleanor had been merely insulting me, I could have ignored it. But my parents… my parents‘ honor had been dragged through the mud. My father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother, Myra… they were warriors, sacrifices for their country. No one insulted their memory and walked away.
The cold, echoing slaps continued, resonating through the tense air like wolf claws against the pack’s den.
“If something happens to my mother because of this, Freya, can you take responsibility?” Caelum shouted.
“I will take responsibility!” Silas Whitmor said, his voice as unflinching as steel. “Any injuries, any medical bills, any damages -Whitmore will pay!”
The room fell silent again.
Eleanor’s eyes widened in fear, and she turned to her son for protection. “Freya, must you go this far? You just want money, right? Fine. I’ll give you money–just stop them!”
The slaps ceased temporarily. Silas‘ gaze shifted to me, waiting. If I spoke, if I demanded my rights, he would allow his men to continue,
met Caelum’s eyes, voice calmrand precise, my words cutting like a wolf’s teeth. “I want money, yes. But this 1.53 million isn’t yours to give–it’s yours to return.
When you started your venture, you didn’t have the funds. That 1.53 million… it was the money I lent you, Caelum, to start SilverTech Forgeworks.
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My divorce from you isn’t about greed. I take nothing beyond what is rightfully mine. I simply want what was always mine, to end this marriage and stop being disgusted by your family’s behavior!”
The room went still. Everyone stared at Caelum differently now. They had known him as the tech magnate who rose from nothing–but no one realized the first capital he used to build SilverTech Forgeworks had been my contribution.
Giselle opened her mouth, lips twisted. “Oh please, Freya, it was money from my mother to my brother!”
Lana’s gaze sliced through Giselle. “Your Graftons, if you had that money, Caelum wouldn’t have been so poor that this wedding ring for Freya cost a measly 200 credits!”
Giselle sneered. “Freya’s just an orphan–how could she possibly have that kind of money?”
“That was the death compensation from my parents, Giselle,” I said, my voice cold, unwavering. My words landed like a blow, silent but heavy, and the room fell into a stunned silence.
Caelum’s pupils contracted sharply. He stared at me, disbelief etched on every line of his face.
That first capital… it was death compensation?
Impossible. And yet, if it hadn’t been that, where else could I have obtained such funds?
He remembered…. the grief I had carried after my parents‘ deaths. The quiet desperation I hid behind. And the moment he had been trapped by financial fear, trembling at his dreams, I had handed him that money.
“Take this, go realize your ambition,” I had told him then.
“Where did you get so much money?? he had asked, stunned.
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“It was what my parents left me,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. My eyes lingered on the money that had once meant survival, but to me it carried only grief and the scent of loss.
He didn’t notice. Caelum’s joy, his ambitions, had blinded him then. He hadn’t seen the sorrow in my gaze.
Step by step, he came closer, his voice rough like a wolf’s growl caught in his throat. “Why didn’t you tell me? That the money… came from your parents‘ death benefit?”
His words slammed into me like claws to the chest. I could feel his guilt wrapping around him, heavy as iron.
“Because,” I said quietly, “I didn’t want you to think of it as a burden. I didn’t want that weight on you.”
When I handed him that money, I had also handed him my hopes for our bond–our future. I had believed we would walk side by side until our final days. But reality had torn us apart, left our vows in ruins.
“Brother, don’t believe her!” Giselle’s shrill voice cut through the air, full of spite. “She just wants the money–she’ll spin any lie she can!”
“Enough!” Caelum’s roar silenced her. His eyes burned with regret, anguish, and a torment I could almost taste in the air.
If he had known back then that SilverTech Forgeworks was built on my parents‘ sacrifice, perhaps he would have treated me differently. Perhaps he would have stood beside me when I went to claim their ashes. Perhaps he would not, on the eve of our Lunar Severance Phase, still have dared to suggest replacing the debt with worthless shares.
That grief clawed at him now–I could see it in every taut line of his body.
“I’ll
get the money to you tomorrow,” he rasped, bitterness lacing his voice.
Tomorrow–the day of our final severance, when the bond would be dissolved under law.
There was no way he could replace the money with equity now. He knew, as I did, that it had always been mine. That he owed
me.
“Good,” I said coldly. “Then I’ll wait for tomorrow.”
If he dared to withhold it, then I’d drag him through every court in The Capital until he bled.
His gaze locked on me, and for a heartbeat, I saw the echo of what had been–how once I had looked at him with warmth, steadfast and loyal, the way a mate would stand through every storm. But that fire had long since died.
All that was left in me was ice.
And Caelum realized it. The loss in his eyes was raw, the kind of emptiness an Alpha feels when his mate slips forever beyond
his reach.
The press conference had been a spectacle, little more than a farce.
After it ended, I told Kade and Lana to leave ahead of me. I stayed behind to sit with Aldred, the old commander who had been like a second father after my pack was shattered.
“Tomorrow’s your severance. Should I come with you to the courthouse?” Kade asked, his dark eyes restless.
No,” I said firmly. “If Caelum dares drag this out, then so be it. I’ll take him to court, and when I do, I’ll demand far more than one and a half million.”
Lana cursed under her breath about the Graftons, her fury sharp enough to cut.
When they were gone, I turned to Aldred. “Uncle Aldred, forgive me. Today must have been unpleasant to witness.”
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