Chapter 120
Chapter 120:
Kain went completely still. The lazy affection vanished from his sharp features, replaced by a terrifying, guarded tension. “A lapse in judgment,” he repeated, the words tasting like ash in the quiet room. “Do you regret it p>
Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I swallowed them down. If I admitted how desperately I wanted it to be real, I would shatter completely the moment he inevitably returned to his Beta.
“We have a Mating Contract, Kain,” I said, gripping the silk sheet until my knuckles turned white. “Section four. No emotional entanglements. We are business partners. I know the drug forced you into that state, and I don’t blame you for it. But we cannot let this happen again p>
The silence that followed was deafening.
I watched the last flicker of warmth in Kain’s eyes shatter into a million pieces. The storm-gray bled into a freezing, pitch-black void. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck ticking as he fought a brutal internal war to suppress his Lycan’s roar of rejection.
He slowly withdrew his hand, severing the electric connection between us.
“Of course,” Kain rasped, his voice entirely hollow and mechanical. He looked away, staring blankly at the far wall. “It was the tea. It won’t happen again p>
A sharp, agonizing pang pierced my chest. Watching the absolute desolation settle across his face felt exactly like kicking a wounded wolf pup. But it was necessary. It was the only way to survive this arrangement.
I didn’t say another word. I gathered the sheet around me and fled across the room, slipping into the connected master bathroom and pulling the heavy door shut behind me.
I let the silk fall and turned on the marble sink faucet, splashing freezing water onto my flushed face. I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror. I had successfully rebuilt my armor — but as I stood there listening to the dead, suffocating silence coming from the room where I had left my King alone, I had never felt more utterly broken.
Adelina POV
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇
Fleeing the suffocating, cedar-scented gravity of the Blackstone penthouse was the only way I could breathe. By the time I stepped into the pristine marble lobby of The Wolfe Hotel Group, my heart was still hammering a frantic, bruised rhythm against my ribs. I needed the cold, sterile reality of my Pack’s business to numb the agonizing memory of Kain’s touch and the devastating look of rejection in his storm-gray eyes.
I headed straight for the executive floor, my wild rose scent blooming sharply to mask my inner turmoil. My throat felt like sandpaper. I bypassed my office and walked toward the Pack’s breakroom to get a glass of ice water.
The heavy wooden door was slightly ajar. The bitter smell of brewing coffee drifted out, overpowered entirely by a cloying, cheap floral perfume.
“She smells like a pet desperate to please her master,” Sloane Prescott’s shrill, mocking voice echoed from inside.
I froze, my hand hovering inches from the brass handle.
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