Chapter 228
Chapter 228:
I sat in the backseat, my eyes locked onto the glowing screen of an encrypted tablet.
On the live surveillance feed, Quentin Marks walked up the steps of a brownstone apartment building. He unlocked the front door and disappeared inside. A minute later, the lights in a second-floor window flickered on. Through the thin fabric of the curtains, two silhouettes merged into one.
A guttural, monstrous snarl ripped from my throat.
My Inner Wolf thrashed against my ribs, blinded by a bloodthirsty rage. That was my Fated Mate. My wife. Even if her memories had been stolen, her soul belonged to me. The thought of another man’s hands on her skin, breathing in her scent, made my bones grind with the desperate need to slaughter.
I gripped the edges of the tablet until the reinforced glass cracked under my thumbs.
“Enjoy it while you can, little man,” I whispered to the glowing screen, my voice dropping into a lethal, freezing frequency. The shadows in the SUV seemed to darken around me as my Lycan prepared to reclaim exactly what was mine.
Adelina POV
𝖣𝘪sc𝗈𝘃e𝘳 h𝗶𝗱d𝖾𝗇 g𝘦𝘮ѕ 𝘰n
The gleaming stainless-steel maze of the Wolfe Hotel’s Pack Kitchen was bustling with activity. The air was thick with the rich scents of roasting meats, spices, and fresh bread prepared for the Pack, but I could only focus on the massive Lycan standing beside me.
Yesterday’s innocent revelation from Jaxon still burned in my mind. Kain wasn’t acting. He wasn’t protecting a secret relationship with his Beta. He wanted me. To maintain my fragile, professional walls, I focused entirely on the row of wedding cake samples lined up on the counter.
I picked up a piece of lemon-lavender cake. As I took a bite, a smudge of white frosting caught on my thumb. I immediately reached for a napkin, desperate to keep a safe, sterile distance between us.
Kain moved with terrifying Lycan speed. His large hand clamped around my wrist, halting my movement. A violent, electric spark shot up my arm, sending a rush of heat straight to my core. I froze as his storm-gray eyes bled into a feral, burning gold.
Slowly, deliberately, he brought my thumb to his mouth. His warm, rough tongue swept over my skin, tasting the sweet frosting. The sheer intimacy of the act, wrapped in his suffocating scent of ancient cedar and pure power, made my heart hammer frantically against my ribs. My dormant Inner Wolf whimpered in absolute submission.
“That’s unsanitary,” I stammered, yanking my hand back as a violent blush ignited my cheeks.
A wicked, victorious smirk spread across his lips. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. “Everything of yours is mine, little wolf p>
Unable to breathe under his heavy, possessive gaze, I muttered a frantic excuse about checking the inventory and fled the kitchen, leaving the cake decisions entirely to him. My icy walls weren’t just cracking; they were shattering.