Chapter 148
Chapter 148:
He hadn’t just bankrupted my stepfather. Kain had taken Bryan’s ultimate prize and turned it into a monument for my grandmother. He had taken the very thing that made me an outcast — my wolfless status — and elevated it, demanding the entire werewolf world respect it.
I spun around. Kain was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, dressed in a dark, tailored suit. He wasn’t looking at the screen. His storm-gray eyes were locked entirely on me, watching my reaction with a quiet, terrifying intensity.
“Kain,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the crushing weight of it. “You did this for me p>
“I did it because it was right,” he murmured, his voice a low, grounding rumble. He stepped forward, carefully avoiding the broken ceramic, and took my trembling hands in his. “Go sit down, Adelina. You look exhausted. I’ll have Mrs. Higgins clean this up before we leave p>
The emotional whiplash of the broadcast, combined with my sleepless night, drained the last drops of adrenaline from my veins. I let him guide me to the velvet sofa, curled my legs beneath me, and rested my head against the plush cushions. I only wanted to close my eyes for a single second — just long enough to process the overwhelming, dangerous fluttering in my chest.
I drifted off into heavy darkness.
I awoke to a soft, agonizingly tender pressure against my lips.
The scent of ancient cedar and crackling ozone was suffocatingly thick, wrapping around me with a fierce, undeniable possessiveness. A violent electric spark danced across my mouth, sending a rush of heat straight to my core.
I fluttered my eyes open.
Kain was kneeling on the rug directly in front of me, his massive frame blocking out the morning light. His eyes were entirely consumed by a pitch-black, burning fire — a raw, unfiltered hunger that stole the breath from my lungs. His gaze lingered on my lips, then traced the fading yellowish bruise on my cheek.
“Did you just kiss me?” I whispered, my voice thick and raspy with sleep.
A𝖼𝘵𝗂𝘷е 𝗰o𝗺𝗆𝗎𝗇і𝘁y 𝗼n
Kain’s broad shoulders went instantly rigid. The terrifying, raw devotion in his eyes vanished, replaced flawlessly by his usual enigmatic, arrogant mask. He leaned back, putting a safe distance between us, and offered a lazy, devastating smirk.
“You must be dreaming about me, my little wolf,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, dark velvet that betrayed absolutely nothing.
I blinked, my heart hammering against my ribs. A dream? It had felt so incredibly real. The phantom heat on my lips was still tingling, and my dormant wild rose scent was flaring in response to his proximity. But looking at his relaxed, teasing posture, my deep-rooted insecurities violently slammed the door shut.
Of course it was a dream. He had been checking on my bruise. He loved Fletcher. I was just a contracted Luna whose mind was playing cruel, desperate tricks on her.
I sat up quickly, smoothing down my skirt to hide my trembling hands. “Right. A dream p>
Kain stood and adjusted the cuffs of his pristine white shirt. The atmospheric pressure in the room shifted, turning crisp and strictly professional.