Chapter 236
Chapter 236:
I snatched the heavy parchment from the counter and dropped it straight into the stainless-steel recycling bin.
“I’m not going,” I stated, my voice a dead, hollow void.
Kain’s jaw clenched. “You cannot run from your past forever, Adelina. You are not the broken Omega they remember. You are my Luna. You need to face them p>
I let out a harsh, humorless laugh, my wild rose scent souring with bitter defiance. “You are a centuries-old Lycan King. You have absolutely no idea what it was like to be a wolfless pup trapped in a cage of arrogant future Alphas. You don’t know the torment of being invisible p>
𝗠𝗼ѕ𝘁 𝘳e𝖺𝖽 t𝘩is 𝗐eek on.сo𝗆
Kain didn’t flinch at my venom. He simply stared at me, the atmospheric pressure in the kitchen dropping to a heavy, breathless stillness.
“I know exactly what it was like,” Kain said, his voice eerily calm. “I graduated from St. Jude’s three years ahead of you p>
My breath hitched. The freezing ice around my heart cracked for a fraction of a second. “That’s impossible,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I never saw you p>
Kain took a slow step forward. The terrifying, absolute power of his aura enveloped me. “I remember you,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, vibrating frequency that seemed to echo from a distant past. “You hid in the lowest level of the restricted section of the ancient library. Surrounded by dust and the scent of forgotten history scrolls p>
A cold shiver wrecked my spine. My eyes widened in absolute shock and a sudden, primal fear. That had been my ultimate sanctuary. Not even my closest friends knew about that dark, dusty corner. How could the Lycan King have known? Was he watching me even then?
But before my heart could melt into the romantic, terrifying notion of destiny, the cruel reality of Blake’s rumor slammed back into my mind.
A breeder. A smokescreen.
Of course he knew my background. He had probably investigated every wolfless Omega on the continent to find the perfect, compliant White Wolf incubator to hide his secret. The A.W. tattooed over his heart—Alfred Waller—flashed in my mind. This wasn’t destiny. This was a calculated political performance. He wanted to parade his new, royal breeder in front of the Continental Council Elders to solidify his flawless facade.
“I have alumni business with the Elders,” Kain continued, offering a deal. “If you go, I go. You will not face them alone p>
I swallowed the agonizing lump in my throat, forcing my professional, emotionless mask back into place. If I had to play the part of the contract Luna, I would do it on my terms.
“Fine,” I said coldly. “But Blake Davenport comes with me as a buffer. And we arrive separately. I will not walk in as just your political accessory p>
Kain’s storm-gray eyes darkened at my icy tone, but he gave a single, stiff nod. “Agreed p>