Chapter 190
Chapter 190:
It was a miracle. The frantic, feral energy radiating from the Lycan pup dissolved instantly. Jaxon slumped against her chest, his sobs softening into exhausted hiccups.
“Let’s get him out of this crowd,” Carmella said, looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes that completely contradicted her calming touch. “There’s a quiet café upstairs — La Mercerie. We can get him some hot chocolate p>
I nodded numbly, my mind racing with a thousand dangerous questions.
Minutes later, we were tucked into a secluded booth at the French café. Jaxon refused to sit anywhere but plastered against Carmella’s side, his small fist gripping her sleeve. A mug of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream sat untouched in front of him.
He buried his face into her coat, inhaling deeply. “You smell like home,” he murmured, his eyes drooping. “Like Mommy p>
Carmella went rigid. All the color drained from her face. She gasped, her free hand flying to her temple as though struck by a physical blow. “Silver,” she choked out, her breathing turning shallow and erratic. “The light… the tires screeching p>
As she pressed her hand hard against her head, her sleeve slipped down.
My breath hitched in my throat. There, on the pale skin of her inner wrist, was a faint, star-shaped birthmark. My eyes darted to Jaxon’s wrist resting on the table. It was the exact same mark.
і𝗻s𝗍𝗮𝘯𝗍 𝗮𝗰сe𝘴𝘴 𝗼𝗻 g𝖺𝗅n𝗼𝘃еl𝗌.со𝘮
A chilling wave of impossibility washed over me. Carmella’s background check was flawless. She was human. She was barren. Yet the evidence sitting right before me screamed otherwise.
I didn’t hesitate. Kain. La Mercerie café, second floor. Now, I pushed through the mind-link, my mental voice laced with absolute urgency.
He arrived like a localized blizzard. The temperature in the café plummeted the second Kain Blackwell stalked through the entrance. His ancient, oppressive aura suffocated the room, his jaw clenched with the lingering fury of our cold war.
But instead of cowering at his uncle’s intimidating presence, Jaxon jutted out his lower lip and pressed himself closer to Carmella. “No,” the pup declared, his voice trembling but defiant, rejecting his Alpha for the very first time. “I don’t want Uncle Kain. I want Mommy p>
Kain stopped dead in his tracks.
Before he could issue a command, Carmella gently cupped Jaxon’s cheek. “Hey,” she whispered softly, her maternal instinct overriding her obvious fear of the towering billionaire. “I have to go now, but you can come visit me at my office on Monday. I promise p>
She held out her pinky finger. Jaxon hesitated, then wrapped his tiny finger around hers.
In that simple movement, both their wrists fell under the warm café lights. The twin star-shaped birthmarks were undeniable.
I looked up at Kain. He had seen it.
The cold, furious mask of the Lycan King shattered completely. The storm in his pitch-black eyes vanished, replaced by a deafening, absolute silence. He stared at Carmella’s wrist, his ancient features frozen in a terrifying mixture of agony, shock, and disbelief.