Chapter 5

Freya’s POV

“Divorce? Just because my mother refused to let your parents’ ashes enter the estate?” Caelum’s brow furrowed, disbelief curling on his lips.

His voice made me sound irrational. Like my grief—my bloodline—was a petty inconvenience.

That was the moment it clicked.

I was done clinging to illusions.

“It’s not just that,” I said coldly, claws flexing beneath my skin. “Let’s not pretend. You’ve been circling Aurora for years. Now you can finally crown her your Luna.”

He growled low in his throat. “We’re friends. Don’t twist it.”