Chapter 113
Chapter 113:
Jase’s smirk faded. He stepped away from the desk and closed the distance between us, crowding me toward the large window. He lowered his voice to just below a whisper, the toxic metallic tang of his breath brushing my cheek.
“You can make this all go away, Lina,” he murmured, his eyes dark with a pathetic, obsessive hunger. “Say the words. Right here, in front of them. I, Adelina Wolfe, reject you, Kain Blackwell, as my mate. Do that, and I’ll drop the charges. Kyle will admit he lied. You can walk out of here free p>
A wave of pure, unadulterated disgust washed over me. He didn’t care about his nephew or the fight. He was using a seven-year-old pup as leverage to break my Mating Contract and drag me back into his cage.
“You are pathetic, Jase,” I said, my voice dripping with glacial contempt. “I will never say those words p>
His jaw clenched, a dangerous muscle ticking near his ear. “Then the brat gets expelled p>
I turned my back on him and faced the desk. “Ms. Trunchbull, I want to see the security footage from the third-floor hallway. Now p>
The teacher swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously to Jase before settling back on me. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, Ms. Wolfe. The cameras in that specific corridor happened to be broken today p>
My blood ran cold. It was a coordinated trap. They had cornered us completely, cutting off every official avenue for the truth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a faint blue light.
Jaxon was standing quietly by his chair, his fingers pressing rapidly against the screen of his smartwatch. A tiny, glowing wolf head icon flashed on the digital display. I knew exactly what it was — a pre-programmed SOS feature sending a message directly to Kain: Bad Alpha here. Help.
𝘋𝗶𝘴𝖼𝗈𝘃e𝗋 h𝗂𝗱𝗱е𝘯 𝗴𝖾𝗆s o𝗇 ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝗆
Jase caught the movement. His eyes narrowed. “Put that away, you disrespectful brat. Give me the watch p>
He lunged forward, his large hand reaching out to seize Jaxon’s wrist.
The memory of Jase’s cruelty — of Brent locking me in the silver cellar — ignited like a powder keg in my chest. A fierce, blinding protective instinct completely overrode my dormant Inner Wolf.
I moved faster than I ever had in my life.
I stepped in front of Jaxon and clamped my hand around Jase’s wrist mid-air. There were no sparks — only the cold, unyielding grip of a woman who refused to be a victim anymore.
“Don’t. Touch. Him,” I commanded.
It was not a scream. It was a low, vibrating decree that carried the absolute, undeniable weight of a true Luna. Jase’s eyes widened in shock. For a fraction of a second, I felt his Alpha Inner Wolf actually cower beneath my grip.
He ripped his arm away, his face twisting into an ugly, humiliated snarl. “You’re going to regret that, Adelina p>
Before he could draw another breath, the atmospheric pressure in the Headmaster’s office plummeted to an absolute vacuum.
The sour stench of human fear and Jase’s metallic ozone were violently obliterated. A thick, suffocating wave of ancient cedar and crackling, storm-heavy ozone flooded the room, seeping through the very cracks of the doorframe.