Chapter 73
Chapter 73:
Kain stepped out wearing a pair of dark sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips, a towel draped casually around his neck. His scent — a potent, intoxicating blend of ancient cedar, rainstorms, and expensive soap — flooded the space, making my breath hitch in my throat. I forced my eyes up to his face, deliberately ignoring the jagged A.W. tattooed over his heart and the heavy expanse of his scarred chest.
He was leaving for a forty-eight-hour business trip to London tomorrow morning. This was my only chance.
“Before you pack,” I started, my voice betraying a slight tremor as I stood up. “I wanted to give you this p>
Kain closed the distance between us with that terrifying, silent grace. He reached out and took the envelope from my hands. As his large, calloused fingers brushed against mine, a violent spark of electricity shot up my arm, sending a sudden flush of heat straight to my lower belly.
He didn’t break eye contact as he opened the flap and pulled out the two Royal Caribbean cruise tickets to the Bahamas.
“You invested fifty million dollars to save my Pack today,” I said quickly, needing to fill the heavy, charged silence. “I know this contract — this marriage — requires sacrifices. Especially regarding your private life p>
I swallowed hard, the image of Fletcher Banks intimately adjusting Kain’s collar flashing in my mind. I wanted to be a good ally. I wanted to show him that I understood the boundaries of our arrangement and respected the secret life he was forced to hide from his archaic father.
“So I booked this,” I continued carefully. “For you and your partner. A few days of absolute privacy. No Pack politics, no paparazzi, no Lycan Elders watching your every move. Just the two of you p>
𝗙𝗼𝗹𝘭ow 𝘂𝗌 𝗼𝘯
I braced myself, terrified that acknowledging his hidden relationship might trigger the Alpha King’s legendary temper.
But Kain didn’t look offended.
The storm-gray of his eyes darkened into a deep, consuming pitch-black. A low, vibrating rumble echoed in his broad chest — a sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction from his Inner Wolf that I could feel resonating through the floorboards. He looked down at the two tickets, then back at me, a rare, breathtaking smile touching the corners of his mouth. It completely transformed his lethal features into something devastatingly handsome.
“You booked this for us,” Kain murmured, his voice a dark, velvet caress that seemed to wrap around my very soul.
Us. He meant him and Fletcher.
I let out a quiet breath of profound relief. He wasn’t angry. He appreciated the gesture. “Yes,” I nodded, offering a small, genuine smile. “I want you to be happy, Kain. You deserve a break p>
Kain’s gaze burned with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “Thank you, Adelina,” he said softly. The possessive, heavy weight in his tone sent a strange shiver down my spine.
He turned and walked toward his study, the tickets gripped firmly in his massive hand.
I sank back onto the sofa, a wave of accomplishment washing over me. I had successfully navigated the complex waters of our political marriage. I was securing my Pack, and I was giving my terrifying Lycan King a chance to be with the person he truly cared about.
The heavy oak door of Kain’s study remained slightly ajar.