Chapter 222
Chapter 222:
I gasped, staring up into his storm-gray eyes, which were now burning with a molten, feral gold. His face was inches from mine, his chest heaving with a suppressed, possessive rage that completely paralyzed me.
“When I kissed you,” Kain growled, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble that shook the very hollows of my soul, “my centuries-old soul was thinking of nothing but you p>
The words branded themselves onto my heart. The sheer, undeniable hunger radiating from his massive frame left me breathless. My mind spun in chaotic circles, desperately trying to process the raw intensity of his confession. Method actor, my insecurities screamed, fighting a losing battle against the electric heat of his proximity. He’s just a dedicated method actor protecting his secret.
Kain held my gaze for a fraction of a second longer, letting the heavy, undeniable truth of his desire sink into my skin. Then the feral gold slowly receded. He straightened up, his expression instantly smoothing back into the impenetrable, authoritative mask of the Alpha King.
“Get dressed,” he commanded smoothly, as if he hadn’t just stopped my heart. “Mrs. Thorne, the wedding planner, is expecting us downstairs in an hour p>
He turned and walked toward the massive walk-in closet. Just as he reached the doorway, the knot of his towel miraculously gave way. The white terrycloth dropped to the floor, exposing the sheer, terrifying power of his broad, heavily muscled back and the sculpted lines of his lower half.
He didn’t even pause to pick it up. He simply disappeared into the closet, leaving me sitting in the tangled sheets, my face burning with a violent blush and my heart hammering a frantic, undeniable rhythm against my ribs.
Adelina POV
I splashed cold water on my burning face, desperately trying to erase the image of Kain’s sculpted, naked back from my mind. But the real damage to my fragile walls had been done hours before dawn.
Unable to sleep after his possessive confession, my wolfless, Rogue insecurities had driven me down a dark internet rabbit hole. I had found it—a paparazzi photo from years ago. Kain on a yacht in Monaco, standing intimately close to a stunning, androgynous male model named Alfred Waller. It was the exact proof I needed to protect my heart. Kain was just a brilliant actor, playing the devoted husband to secure his Pack.
I walked into the dining room. The morning sun illuminated the sprawling New York skyline, but my attention was entirely hijacked.
𝘋o𝘸n𝗹оa𝖽 𝖯𝖣𝖥𝘀 𝗳𝘳𝘦𝗲 o𝗇
Kain sat at the long mahogany table, wearing only loose gray sweatpants. His chest was a landscape of hard, ancient muscle. And there, inked directly over his heart in sharp, dark lettering, were two intertwined initials: A.W.
Alfred Waller.
I sat down across from him, the scent of Mrs. Higgins’ fresh coffee and bacon completely lost on me. I forced a sympathetic, understanding smile, determined to show him I was a safe, pragmatic partner.
“Alfred Waller,” I said softly, gesturing vaguely to his chest. “Your tattoo—it’s for him, right? You don’t have to hide it, Kain p>