Chapter 225
Chapter 225:
“The heart of the Pack must be protected, Maeve,” Kain murmured, his voice entirely stripped of its usual glacial armor. “You rest. I will handle the wolves at the gates p>
My breath hitched. I remembered how Jase Davenport used to roll his eyes whenever we had to visit the Pack elders, complaining about the smell of sickness and the waste of his Alpha time. Yet here was Kain, treating my bloodline with the reverence of a devoted son.
Kain sensed my presence. He looked up, and the storm-gray of his eyes softened instantly, radiating a quiet, unguarded warmth that made my chest ache.
He sliced a piece of the pear and held it out to me.
I stepped forward, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for the fruit. As I took it, his rough fingertips brushed against mine.
A violent, electric spark shot up my arm, sending a rush of pure, undeniable heat straight to my core. My dormant Inner Wolf whimpered in absolute bliss, pressing against my ribs. The ancient cedar scent in the room no longer felt like a political cage; it felt like a safe, impenetrable den.
I stood frozen, staring down at the Lycan King. The rigid walls I had built—the desperate theory that he was just an actor playing a part—began to violently crack under the scorching reality of his touch. No amount of acting could fake the biological, soul-deep spark of a mate-bond, and the terrifying realization left me completely breathless.
ро𝗽𝗎𝗅𝘢𝘳 𝘀t𝗼𝘳і𝘦ѕ 𝗈n ѕ.𝖼𝗼𝘮
Adelina POV
The violent, electric shock of Kain’s touch lingered in my veins long after we left my grandmother’s room. By the following morning, the quiet corridor of the Silvermoon Sanctum felt like a suffocating cage. The air was a sterile mix of antiseptic and calming herbs, but it was entirely overpowered by Kain’s warm, ancient cedar scent as he stood beside me.
Dr. Evans smiled warmly, reviewing the chart in his hands. “Elder Maeve is recovering remarkably well, Luna. Her spirit is strong.” The Pack Doctor lowered the clipboard, his eyes twinkling with respectful, traditional reverence. “Though, if I may be so bold, the news of a great-grandchild would be the ultimate medicine for her heart. A new generation always solidifies a Pack’s foundation p>
“We aren’t quite there yet, Doctor,” I stammered, my cheeks burning as I tried to step back.
Before I could retreat, Kain’s massive arm wrapped around my waist, hauling me flush against his hard side. His scent spiked with a dark, possessive edge.
“We’re working on filling the den, Doctor,” Kain rumbled, his voice laced with a deep, arrogant amusement that vibrated against my ribs. “The Blackstone line needs a pup with White Wolf blood p>
Dr. Evans beamed, bowing his head in profound respect.
But beneath Kain’s heavy arm, my blood ran cold. The humiliation burned the back of my throat like acid. A pup with White Wolf blood. That was it. The tender man who had peeled a pear for my grandmother vanished, replaced by the calculating Lycan King. I wasn’t a cherished mate; I was a political breeder in his grand design. The electric spark from yesterday felt like a cruel, manipulative lie.