Chapter 116
Chapter 116:
Jase Davenport knew he was beaten. His Alpha pride was shattered, his arrogant metallic ozone reduced to the pathetic, sour stench of a cornered coward. He grabbed a crying Kyle by the arm and dragged his nephew toward the heavy oak door.
But as he passed us, his bruised ego demanded one last, futile strike. He stopped and glared at Kain with pure venom. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers, Blackwell p>
Kain didn’t even turn his head. He kept his protective hand on the small of my back, his voice a glacial, terrifying calm. “Harassing the Alpha King’s Luna is an offense punishable by exile in our world. If you want to escalate this to the Pack Council, I will gladly oblige. Let’s see how you fare as a Rogue p>
The word Rogue hit Jase like a physical blow.
Iո𝘵𝖾𝗇𝗌e 𝗿о𝘮𝘢𝗇с𝗲 𝘰𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝗅ոo𝗏е𝘭𝘴.𝗰𝗈m
To be stripped of his Pack, his wealth, and his title — hunted like a rabid animal — was the ultimate death sentence. Every trace of color vanished from his face. He didn’t dare utter another syllable. Before he stepped out into the hallway, he shot me one last look. It wasn’t an apology; it was a sick, lingering gaze of unfulfilled possession. Then he fled.
The moment the door clicked shut, the oppressive atmosphere in the room finally lifted. After ensuring Jaxon’s belongings were gathered, we stepped out into the red-carpeted hallway.
Kain crouched down to Jaxon’s eye level. The lethal, pitch-black void in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a warm, proud gleam. He reached out and ruffled the pup’s dark hair.
“That was a beautiful right hook, little warrior,” Kain praised, a faint smirk touching his lips. “Just make sure you don’t get hit next time p>
“Don’t encourage him, Kain,” I scolded immediately, grabbing his arm. The memory of my own childhood bullies flashed through my mind. “We shouldn’t teach him that violence is the answer to everything p>
Kain stood, his massive frame towering over me. But as he looked down, his storm-gray eyes were incredibly soft. A faint, helpless smile touched his lips, and his ancient cedar scent wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
“Adelina,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet caress. “I cannot fault a pup for fighting to defend his Luna p>
My breath hitched. The absolute sincerity in his voice, the way he validated Jaxon’s fierce protection of me — it made my chest ache with a profound, unfamiliar warmth. For the first time in my life, I felt truly part of a Pack. A family that fought for me.
An hour later, the charcoal-grey Aston Martin pulled up to the grand stone entrance of the Blackstone Estate.
Almon Blackwell was waiting on the steps, looking like a battle-scarred lion king, with Mrs. Higgins standing respectfully behind him. The moment Jaxon hopped out of the car, Almon pulled his grandson into a hearty, bone-crushing hug and checked his bruised cheek with a low, displeased rumble.
Then the ancient Lycan turned his piercing gaze to Kain and me, his eyes gleaming with a strange, calculating warmth.