Chapter 235
Chapter 235:
“He’s doing damage control for his own bruised ego,” she sighed. “He’s telling every Alpha in the continental elite that your mating is a complete political sham. He’s spreading a rumor that Kain is actually in love with his Beta, Fletcher Banks p>
I closed my eyes, the air leaving my lungs. The gossip from the night market was already weaponized.
“But it gets worse,” Blake whispered, her tone dropping. “Jase is telling everyone that Kain only chose a wolfless Omega because of your dormant White Wolf bloodline. He’s saying you’re nothing but a convenient breeder. A smokescreen to give the Lycan King a royal heir while he keeps his true lover hidden p>
The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers.
A breeder.
The words didn’t just hurt; they clicked into place with a terrifying, freezing perfection. It was the final key that unlocked every confusing, contradictory action Kain had taken. His fierce public protection, the possessive growls, the A.W. tattoo over his heart that he claimed was for a “she” but was clearly for Alfred Waller. It all made sickening, logical sense. A centuries-old Lycan King wouldn’t suddenly fall for a broken, wolfless Rogue. He was just securing his legacy.
My dormant Inner Wolf let out a pathetic, dying whimper, retreating into the darkest hollows of my soul.
“Thank you for telling me, Blake,” I managed to choke out, my voice eerily calm.
I hung up the phone and dropped it onto the mattress. I didn’t cry. The agonizing heartbreak crystallized into a solid block of absolute ice. If Kain Blackwell wanted a flawless, emotionless contract Luna to play her part in his grand political theater, I would give him exactly that. I pulled the heavy silk blanket over my shoulders, locking my heart away in a cage where not even a Lycan King could reach it.
Adelina POV
The morning after Blake’s devastating phone call, I wrapped my shattered heart in absolute, freezing ice. I was a contract Luna. A convenient breeder for the Lycan King’s legacy, meant to hide his true lover. Nothing more.
N𝘰ve𝘭ѕ i𝗇 𝗍rе𝗇𝘥 𝗈𝘯 ga𝘭𝗇𝗼𝘷е𝗅𝗌.сom
I closed my laptop, ending a video conference with the hotel’s executive team, and walked out of my bedroom. The Penthouse Den was quiet, Grant and Jaxon having retreated to their secured wing.
I stepped into the sprawling marble kitchen. Kain was leaning against the stainless-steel island, his massive frame clad in a dark, tailored suit. The air was thick with his intoxicating scent of ancient cedar and crackling ozone, but I forced my dormant Inner Wolf to ignore it.
In his hand was a heavy parchment envelope.
As I got closer, my stomach violently churned. Embroidered on the thick paper with moonlight-colored thread was the wolf’s head crest of St. Jude’s Academy for the Predestined.
“The decennial Alpha Summit and Gala,” Kain rumbled, his storm-gray eyes tracking my sudden rigidity.
The mere sight of that crest dragged me back into a suffocating nightmare. St. Jude’s was where my soul had been systematically crushed. It was where Kira Parrish and Jase Davenport had paraded their cruelty, treating me like a defective, invisible ghost simply because I was a wolfless Omega.