Chapter 47
Chapter 47:
Kira’s smile widened into a predatory grin. “Adelina, is it true you were so desperate after Jase rejected you that you slept with the first Rogue you could find — Babe Vincent — and that’s why you had to trap a powerful, but otherwise occupied, Mate like Kain Blackwell to cover your shame p>
Gasps rippled through the crowd. My nails dug into my palms. “That is a pathetic, venomous lie,” I said, my voice slicing through the tension.
Kira scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Save it. We all know you’re just a slut who would sell anything for a title p>
Across the fire, Jase watched me, his eyes dark with a sick, twisted satisfaction. He was waiting for me to break — waiting for me to realize I was nothing without him.
“My turn to spin,” Kira announced, flicking the bottle. It landed on me again. “Dare p>
Kira’s eyes darted to Bob, a greasy executive sitting to my left. His scent reeked of stale sweat and unearned greed. “I dare you to perform a mock Marking with Bob. Let him kiss your neck for one minute p>
My Inner Wolf snarled, ready to rip her throat out. “Absolutely not,” I growled.
Kira picked up an unopened bottle of vodka from the rock and slammed it down in front of me. “Then here are your options. Drink this entire bottle right now, or ask your former Alpha, Jase Davenport, for his protection p>
Jase leaned forward, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. He wanted me to beg. He wanted to be my savior.
I looked at Jase, then at the vodka. I reached out and grabbed the heavy glass bottle.
“I’d rather drink poison than ask him for anything,” I said, my voice dripping with absolute ice.
𝖱𝗲𝖺𝗱 𝘵𝗵𝖾 𝘭𝖺t𝖾𝘀𝘵 𝘁𝗿e𝘯d𝗌 𝗈𝘯
I unscrewed the cap. But before the glass could touch my lips, a deafening roar shattered the night.
The ground trembled beneath my boots. A massive, pitch-black military helicopter tore through the sky, hovering directly over the clearing. The unmistakable silver crest of the Blackstone Pack gleamed on its side. The sheer force of the rotor wash obliterated the bonfire, sending a violent storm of glowing embers and ash blindingly into the crowd. A piercing spotlight snapped on from the belly of the aircraft, turning the night into blinding day and pinning every one of us in its unforgiving glare.
Adelina POV
The deafening roar of the helicopter blades whipped my hair into a wild frenzy, the sheer force of the wind making me stumble. I shielded my eyes against the blinding spotlight, the heavy glass of the vodka bottle slipping in my trembling grip.
The side door of the black aircraft slid open. Kain Blackwell stepped out of the shadows like a descending god.
The moment his boots hit the dirt, a suffocating wave of ancient cedar and pure, unadulterated power swept through the clearing. His scent was a violent storm that instantly swallowed the sour stench of Vincent’s fear and Kira’s cheap perfume. My Inner Wolf whimpered — not in fear, but in absolute reverence.