Chapter 45
Chapter 45:
Then he dropped the bomb. “Oh, and Davenport Tech’s CEO is attending as our special guest. Jase Davenport p>
Jase’s name pierced my eardrums like a silver needle. Vincent was watching me closely, waiting for a crack in my armor. I forced my face into a mask of absolute, bored indifference.
“I’ll be there,” I said evenly.
The door had barely clicked shut behind Vincent when my phone buzzed. It was Kira.
𝘕𝖾𝗐 𝗐e𝗲kl𝘆 с𝘩𝘢p𝘁𝖾𝘳𝘴 о𝗇 𝗴𝖺𝗹ոо𝘃𝖾𝗅ѕ.сom
“I hear you’re actually coming to the woods,” her sickly-sweet voice oozed through the speaker. “Jase is dying to see you. The whole werewolf world is taking bets that after everything that happened, you wouldn’t dare show your face to him p>
It was a childish trap, woven by her and Vincent. But my pride refused to let her win.
“Tell Jase I’m looking forward to it,” I replied, my voice absolute ice, and ended the call.
Back at the penthouse den at Blackstone Tower, the city lights below looked like frozen stars. I shoved another dark wool sweater into my duffel bag, my mind racing with the impending confrontation.
Kain leaned against the doorframe, watching me. The air was thick with his scent — ancient cedar and pure, suffocating power.
“You’re walking into a trap, little wolf,” he stated calmly.
“I know,” I muttered, zipping the bag. “But if I don’t go, they’ll use it to shatter the authority I just built p>
Kain’s dark eyes gave nothing away. “My security team already flagged the guest list. Davenport is using his creditor status to get in p>
He pushed off the doorframe, opened his massive closet, and pulled out a heavy black cashmere waterproof jacket. He tossed it onto my bag. “It gets cold in the mountains p>
I picked it up. It was heavy, but more importantly, it was drenched in his scent — a shield, a silent and violent warning to any male who dared approach me. I looked up at him, feeling a chaotic mix of profound safety and the suffocating reality of his control.
Kain stepped closer, his gaze pinning me in place. “Call me before you need me p>
The drive to the Catskills was a blur of deep autumn reds and oppressive gray skies. The air at The Wolfe Creek Retreat Center smelled of damp earth and fresh pine needles.
The moment I stepped out of the bulletproof Porsche, I spotted them. Kira and Jase stood under the porch of the main log cabin, waiting like vultures.
Kira’s fake smile stretched wide. “Adelina! Did you come to apply for room service p>
I ignored her, my eyes locking onto Jase. He looked like a predator starved of a kill. His gaze raked over my car, the ring on my finger, and finally the oversized black jacket swallowing my frame. The scent of Kain’s ancient cedar hit him, and Jase’s own scent instantly soured into a sharp, metallic tang of violent jealousy.
He stepped off the porch, blocking my path. His Inner Wolf was practically clawing at his eyes, demanding submission.