Chapter 211
Chapter 211:
Adelina POV
The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound tethering my grandmother to this world. Outside the Sanctum’s walls, I knew Kain’s elite Blackstone Warriors stood guard, an impenetrable fortress keeping the Parrish family—and Jase Davenport—at bay. But inside this sterile, fluorescent-lit room, I was entirely alone.
My phone vibrated against the linoleum side table, shattering the quiet.
It was a push notification from The Howl. The headline glared up at me in bold, venomous letters: An Alpha’s Tragic Choice: Silvermoon Proxy Alpha Banishes Mentally Unstable Stepdaughter.
My blood ran cold. I picked up the device, my fingers trembling as I read the official decree issued by Bryan Parrish. He framed my use of the silver crop on Kira as a “violent loss of control” caused by my “wolfless instability.” To protect the Pack from my supposed madness, he was officially stripping me of my name and exiling me from the Silvermoon territory permanently.
He was making me a Rogue.
But the killing blow wasn’t Bryan’s cowardice. It was the signature at the very bottom of the page.
у𝘰𝘶𝗿 ոе𝘹t 𝖿𝘢𝘷𝗼𝗋𝗶𝘵e 𝗿e𝗮𝗱 і𝗌 o𝘯.с𝘰𝗺
Signed, Carolyn Parrish. Heartbroken but supportive.
My own mother. To save her status and appease her husband’s terror of the Lycan King, she had thrown her daughter to the wolves.
The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering onto the hard floor. The room tilted violently. The sheer, crushing weight of the past forty-eight hours—the agonizing grief for my grandmother, the violent adrenaline of my revenge, the freezing cold war with Kain, and now this absolute, final betrayal—crashed down on my fragile human body.
I tried to stand, desperate to call for a nurse, but my legs dissolved beneath me. The edges of my vision bled into a suffocating black. The steady beep of the heart monitor faded into a distant, ringing echo.
I pitched forward.
Before my face could strike the cold tiles, the heavy oak door burst open. Strong, heavily muscled arms caught me by the waist, hauling me up before I hit the ground. The crisp, grounding scent of citrus and absolute loyalty enveloped me.
Fletcher Banks.
Through the fading edges of my consciousness, I heard the Beta’s panicked roar echo through the mind-link, a sound of pure terror directed across the ocean: “Alpha! It’s the Luna! She’s down p>
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I floated in a numb, heavy void. I was vaguely aware of chaotic movement—of being lifted onto a stretcher, and the sharp pinch of an IV needle piercing my arm in an adjacent recovery chamber. But I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. I was a wolfless Rogue with absolutely nothing left to fight for.
Then, the atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted to a lethal vacuum.
Even unconscious, my dormant Inner Wolf shivered as a suffocating wave of ancient cedar and violent winter storm flooded the sterile space. Kain was here. He had crossed the continent the second our mate-bond flared with my collapse.