Chapter 260
Chapter 260:
Kain stopped dead in his tracks. His ancient cedar scent exploded, laced with the aggressive, crackling ozone of a violent winter storm. His Inner Wolf was snarling at the overwhelming presence of other males.
“It’s an Alpha’s den, Kain,” Fletcher reminded him quietly. “It’s going to smell like ego p>
Kain ignored him. He locked eyes with the pale, trembling club manager rushing over to greet us.
“Turn on every ventilation system on this floor,” Kain commanded, his voice vibrating with an absolute, crushing Alpha’s Command that left no room for hesitation. “And burn sage in my private room immediately. My Luna is here p>
The manager practically tripped over his own feet scrambling to obey.
I felt a violent blush ignite my cheeks as the surrounding Alphas stared at us in stunned silence. “Kain, you didn’t have to do that,” I murmured, embarrassed by the grand display.
Kain pulled me flush against his hard side, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist. “Secondhand scent is… bad for your skin,” he muttered.
It was the most pathetic, transparent excuse I had ever heard — a clumsy shield concealing his primal, overwhelming need to keep my aura entirely pure and untouched by any other male.
I couldn’t help but smile as he guided me down the dark corridor. We stepped into the absolute, soundproof sanctuary of his private poker room, where a green felt table sat beneath a low brass chandelier — completely unaware of the ghost from my past that was about to crash our perfect night.
𝖶еeklу 𝗿e𝘭𝖾𝘢𝘴𝘦𝗌 𝗼𝗻
Adelina POV
The heavy obsidian door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the chaotic noise of the club. The private poker room was a sanctuary of absolute power. A green felt table sat under the focused glow of a low brass chandelier, surrounded by towering stacks of obsidian and ivory chips. The air was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey, Cuban cigars, and Kain’s purifying ancient cedar.
Xavier Vance sat at the table, swirling a glass of amber liquid. His scent of aged cognac and cigars preceded his elegant, mocking smile. Beside him, Harrison Thorne was a silent mountain of muscle, smelling of leather and gun oil. They were apex predators, yet as Kain guided me into the room, both Lycans stood and bowed their heads in profound respect to their future Luna.
Before Kain could pull out my chair, a Warrior in pitch-black tactical gear appeared silently in the doorway. He leaned in, whispering urgently to Fletcher.
Fletcher’s crisp citrus scent soured with sudden disgust. He tapped his temple, opening the mind-link.
Because of my bond with Kain, I felt the faint, vibrating echo of the link. Alpha, we have a problem. Davenport is here. He’s citing his family’s founding member status.
The atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted. Kain’s ancient cedar scent turned freezing, laced with lethal frost. His Inner Wolf was instantly snarling, ready to rip apart the fool who dared to breathe the same air as his mate. He opened his mouth to order the Warrior to throw Jase out.
I placed my hand over Kain’s forearm. The electric spark of our bond flared, grounding the violent storm in his eyes.
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