Chapter 41
Chapter 41:
“No,” Kain replied smoothly. “I will attend under the guise of inspecting my newly acquired assets. But before we leave, you need to start cleaning house at the corporate level p>
Jase POV
The screen of my phone cracked under the brutal pressure of my thumb.
The Howl was mocking me. The high-resolution photo on the gossip blog showed Adelina stepping out of a dark gray, bulletproof Porsche Panamera. She was shielding her face from the paparazzi, but the camera had perfectly captured the massive pink diamond flashing on her finger.
𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢t𝘦s е𝗏𝗲r𝗒 𝘸еe𝘬 𝗈𝘯 𝘨𝖺𝗅ո𝗈v𝘦𝗅𝗌.с𝗈𝗺
My Inner Wolf snarled, the metallic ozone of my fury choking the dim air of my wrecked penthouse. Kira’s words from the precinct echoed in my skull like a poisonous chant. He bought her as collateral. She’s a prisoner in a golden cage.
The Lycan King hadn’t just stolen my Omega; he was parading her around the city, dressing her up in blood money to humiliate me.
“It’s sickening, isn’t it p>
Kira’s cloying jasmine scent announced her presence before she stepped into the room. She looked at the shattered phone on the floor, her voice dripping with manufactured pity.
“I heard from the Pack grapevine,” Kira sighed, crossing her arms. “Kain Blackwell is forcing her to attend the Wolfe Hotel Group retreat in the Catskills this weekend. He’s going to parade his new trophy in front of all the executives. Adelina looks so pitiful, Jase. She’s completely trapped p>
My jaw clenched so hard I tasted blood. The thought of that ancient monster displaying my pure, untouched Omega in front of a crowd of corporate wolves made my vision swim with red.
I stood up, kicking the broken phone aside. I was still a major creditor to Davenport Tech, and I had enough financial leverage to crash a corporate retreat. I was going to the Catskills. I would expose Kain Blackwell’s cruelty in front of the entire Pack, tear his gilded cage apart with my bare hands, and bring my Omega back to the only den where she belonged.
Adelina POV
The morning after Kain declared the massive pink diamond my armor, I decided to test its weight. I didn’t wait for the weekend retreat in the Catskills to start my war. I started at the top of the Wolfe Hotel Group’s food chain.
The Chief Financial Officer’s suite was suffocating. The room featured a polished mahogany desk and a plush leather chair, but the air was thick with Arthur Gross’s scent—a sour, pungent mix of guilt and greed layered over old paper and stale coffee.
I slammed a printed payroll roster directly onto his desk, right next to his heavy metal stapler.
“Explain this, Arthur,” I demanded, keeping my voice glacial.
Arthur, a balding, middle-aged wolf in a cheap polyester suit, barely glanced at the paper. He leaned back, dabbing his sweating forehead with a handkerchief.