Chapter 155
Chapter 155:
Adelina POV
The cold sea breeze from lunch had long since turned into a biting evening chill by the time I finally retreated from the upper deck. The awkward, suffocating tension following Almon’s video call still clung to my skin. All I wanted was the sanctuary of my guest cabin — a quiet place where I didn’t have to overanalyze every dark look in Kain’s storm-gray eyes.
I reached my door in the teak-lined corridor and swiped my keycard.
A soft beep. A red light.
I frowned and swiped it again. The heavy mahogany door remained firmly locked.
“Having trouble p>
The deep, velvet rumble of Kain’s voice sent a sudden jolt down my spine. I turned to see him walking down the corridor, his massive frame seeming to absorb the ambient light. The air instantly grew thick with his intoxicating scent of ancient cedar and crackling ozone.
“My card isn’t working,” I muttered, stepping aside.
Kain approached, his expression unreadable. He pulled a sleek master tablet from the wall panel and tapped the screen. A low, frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his sharp jawline.
“The Lone Wolf Protocol,” he stated, his tone grave. “It’s the yacht’s highest security lockdown. All non-master doors have been automatically sealed p>
I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “Sealed? Why would the security system just trigger itself p>
𝘘u𝖺l𝗂𝘁y 𝘵𝘳𝖺𝘯𝘴la𝗍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝗌 𝗼ո
Kain looked down at me, his dark eyes entirely serious. “My father has his own… methods. He believes in forcing fate’s hand p>
My breath hitched. The memory of the Tears of the Goddess aphrodisiac tea Almon had tricked us into drinking flashed violently through my mind. Of course. The ancient Lycan was obsessed with securing an heir, and trapping us in the same room on an isolated yacht was exactly the kind of insane, boundary-destroying tactic he would use.
“So I’m locked out of my room for the night,” I said, the exhaustion settling deep into my bones.
“It appears so,” Kain murmured, gesturing toward the heavy double doors at the end of the hall. “You’ll have to take the Master Suite p>
Ten minutes later, I was standing in the center of the Alpha’s Den. The room was massive, dominated by a California King bed and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the endless, pitch-black ocean. The entire space was saturated with Kain’s scent, making my dormant wild rose scent flare nervously in response.
When Kain emerged from the en-suite bathroom wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants, I quickly averted my eyes. I grabbed three large silk pillows and lined them up straight down the middle of the mattress.
“A barricade?” Kain asked, his voice dry, as he climbed into the opposite side of the bed.
“A boundary,” I corrected, pulling the duvet up to my chin. “Goodnight, Kain p>
He reached over and switched off the bedside lamp. The room was swallowed by darkness, illuminated only by the faint, silvery glow of the moon reflecting off the ocean.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. I lay rigidly on my side of the pillow wall, acutely aware of the heat radiating from his massive body just inches away. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
“Adelina p>