Chapter 90
Chapter 90:
Bryan POV
The silence in my head was deafening. For a werewolf, the Pack mind-link is a constant, comforting hum of life and belonging. Now there was nothing but a terrifying, hollow void. Kain Blackwell hadn’t just frozen Parrish Holdings’ assets and credit lines overnight — he had severed me from the network entirely. My Inner Wolf clawed at my ribs, howling in the agonizing terror of becoming a Rogue.
I paced the hardwood floor of the drawing room, the stale, musty scent of the antique furniture suffocating me. But it was nothing compared to the rancid, sour stench of decay bleeding from my wife.
Carolyn sat on the damask sofa, trembling.
“Did you reach her?” I snarled, my voice vibrating with a desperate, cornered rage.
She flinched, her eyes wide with panic. “I — I can’t. Adelina blocked my number. She won’t answer p>
A vicious growl ripped from my throat. I crossed the room in two strides, looming over her. “You stupid, arrogant woman,” I spat. “We are isolated. Erased. Do you understand what that means? We are prey p>
Carolyn sobbed, shrinking back into the cushions.
“You will go to The Wolfe Hotel,” I commanded, my Alpha tone laced with pure venom. “You will walk into that lobby, and you will beg that wolfless girl for forgiveness in front of everyone. You will grovel p>
“Bryan, please, I am her mother p>
A𝖽di𝘤𝗍𝗂𝘷e 𝘀𝘵𝘰r𝗂𝘦𝘴 оn
“You are nothing!” I roared, the sound shaking the crystal glasses on the scotch cart. “If you fail, I will throw you out of this estate myself. Let’s see how long you survive being hunted in the wild. This is all happening because of what you did to Kain Blackwell’s Luna p>
Adelina POV
The heavy platinum watch on my left wrist felt like a physical anchor as I stepped into the sprawling, sunlit lobby of The Wolfe Hotel Group HQ. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of fresh lilies that perfectly masked the lingering anxiety in my chest, allowing my own wild rose scent to bloom with quiet authority.
I was Kain’s Luna. I had to act like it.
I headed straight for the private elevator, but the sliding metal doors chimed open before I could reach them.
Jase Davenport stumbled out.
I stopped. He looked entirely hollowed out. His usually immaculate suit was wrinkled, and the arrogant, golden-boy smirk was gone, replaced by a haggard, desperate shadow. The metallic tang of his distress hit my nose, sharp and pathetic.
“Adelina,” he breathed, his eyes darting to my face. “Thank the Goddess. I need to talk to you p>
“We have nothing to discuss, Jase,” I said, my voice a cool, distant echo of the Alpha King’s glacial finality.
I stepped around him, but his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my forearm.
There were no sparks. Only a repulsive, suffocating wrongness.
I didn’t panic. I didn’t shrink away like the broken Omega he thought I was. I simply looked down at his hand, then up into his bloodshot eyes.
“Let go of me,” I ordered.