Chapter 210
Chapter 210:
Twenty minutes later, I walked into the lobby of the Silvermoon Pack’s Elder Sanctum, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored suit and projecting the absolute dominance of the Davenport Alpha.
But as I approached the elevator banks leading to the private wards, my Inner Wolf slammed on the brakes.
Two massive Warriors stood like obsidian statues in front of the polished steel doors. They weren’t Silvermoon guards. They wore pitch-black tactical gear, and the scent rolling off them was a suffocating, impenetrable wall of steel, rain, and absolute, unquestioning loyalty. Blackstone Pack.
“Step aside,” I ordered, letting a fraction of my Alpha aura bleed into the air. “I am Alpha Davenport. I am here to pay my respects to Elder Maeve p>
The Warrior on the left didn’t even blink. He glanced down at a sleek tablet in his hand, his expression entirely devoid of emotion.
“Alpha Davenport,” the Warrior stated, his voice a flat, mechanical rumble that completely ignored my dominance. “You are on the restricted list. Leave the premises immediately p>
My jaw clenched. “I am an allied Alpha. You cannot bar me from a neutral medical facility p>
“By direct order of the Lycan King, you are barred,” the second Warrior stepped forward, his hand resting casually near the hilt of a silver-laced baton at his belt. The threat of lethal force was silent but absolute. “If you do not comply, we will remove you. Physically p>
A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. My Inner Wolf whimpered, instinctively recognizing that these men would not hesitate to break my bones in the middle of the lobby. They answered to a power that dwarfed mine entirely.
𝖬𝗼𝗿𝘦 𝗇𝗈𝘷e𝗅𝘀 o𝗻
Humiliation burned my throat like acid, but survival won. I gave a stiff, jerky nod and turned on my heel, marching out of the Sanctum before they could lay a hand on me.
I practically threw myself into the driver’s seat of my McLaren in the parking lot. The gray sky reflected off the Sanctum’s windows, mocking me. My hands shook violently as I pulled out my phone and typed into the search bar: Kain Blackwell Blackstone Pack.
I scrolled frantically through the results. Billionaire CEO. Philanthropist. Real estate mogul. It was all perfectly curated, sterile public relations garbage. There was absolutely nothing about the ancient, monstrous Lycan power that could casually deploy elite death squads to an allied territory and ban an Alpha with a single word.
I dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and stared blankly at the steering wheel. I was playing a lethal game, and I didn’t even know the rules. Adelina’s world was now an unseen, impenetrable kingdom — and I was locked entirely on the outside.