Chapter 17
Chapter 17:
“Oh, don’t be so boring,” Kira sneered, her cloying perfume failing to mask the rotten jealousy underneath. She leaned forward, her eyes suddenly lighting up with malicious glee as she pointed toward the crowded dance floor. “Oh my goddess, isn’t that Babe Vincent p>
I froze.
A man was stumbling toward our booth. He wore a ridiculously expensive Versace suit, but it was wrinkled and stained. As he drew closer, his scent hit me like a physical blow—a nauseating mixture of cheap whiskey, stale vomit, and sour desperation.
My blood turned to ice.
This bloated, pathetic man with bloodshot eyes was Babe Vincent. The real Babe Vincent.
My mind violently flashed back to the law firm. The man I had married—the man who had signed that contract—smelled of ancient cedar, rainstorms, and pure, crackling power. He had moved with the lethal, silent grace of an apex predator.
Blackstone…
My grandmother’s frail, terrified whisper echoed in my ears. She hadn’t been confused when she looked at his signature. She had recognized a name that commanded absolute terror.
I stared at the drunken Rogue leering at me, my lungs forgetting how to pull in oxygen. If this disgusting stranger was Babe Vincent, then who the hell had I married?
𝖳h𝗲 𝖻𝘦𝗌𝘁 𝘳evie𝘄𝘀 𝘰𝗇
Adelina POV
I stood frozen, the heavy, thumping bass of The Box vibrating through the soles of my sensible flats. My blood turned to absolute ice.
The man stumbling toward our VIP booth was a bloated, red-eyed mess. His scent hit me like a physical blow—a nauseating, suffocating wave of cheap whiskey, stale vomit, and sour desperation.
This was Babe Vincent.
My mind violently flashed back to the mahogany office at the law firm. The man who had signed my Mating Contract didn’t smell like a gutter. He smelled of ancient cedar, rainstorms, and pure, crackling power. He had moved with the lethal, silent grace of an apex predator.
Blackstone…
My grandmother’s frail, terrified whisper echoed in my ears. She hadn’t been confused by his signature. She had recognized a name that commanded absolute terror. Kain had lied to me. He wasn’t a disgraced Rogue in need of a payout. I had willingly bound myself to a terrifying, unknown entity, stepping blindly into a cage far more dangerous than the one I had just escaped.
“Hey there, pretty thing,” Babe slurred, his bloodshot eyes locking onto me.
Though my White Wolf bloodline was dormant and I was entirely wolfless, something in my pure, unawakened scent triggered his lowest, most primal instincts. He lunged forward, a lecherous grin stretching across his puffy face, and grabbed my bare arm.
His touch made my stomach violently heave.
“Don’t touch me!” I shrieked, yanking my arm back with all my strength.
Babe lost his footing. Stumbling forward, his thick fingers blindly clawed out to steady himself and caught the silk strap of my dress.
Rip.
The sickening sound of tearing fabric cut through the heavy bass. The strap snapped, exposing my shoulder and the top of my chest to the flashing strobe lights and the hungry, predatory gazes of the male wolves crowding the nearby tables.
A hot flush of profound humiliation burned my cheeks. I scrambled to pull the torn silk up, my hands trembling violently.