Chapter 263
Chapter 263:
Jase POV
The silence in the private room was a physical weight crushing my lungs. Adelina’s glacial whisper — I finally remembered who really carried me to the Healer’s Wing — echoed relentlessly in my skull.
My lie, the very foundation of my control over her, was dead. The sour, metallic stench of my own terror flooded the room, violently clashing with Kain Blackwell’s purifying ancient cedar. The Lycan King didn’t even need to bare his fangs — his molten gold eyes burned with a predatory, amused ice. Beside him, Xavier Vance and Harrison Thorne didn’t bother hiding their mocking smirks. They were looking at me not as an Alpha, but as a pathetic, cornered rat.
My Inner Wolf thrashed, howling in absolute, agonizing humiliation. I couldn’t breathe. I shoved my chair back so hard it tipped over, sending a stray stack of obsidian chips clattering to the floor. I didn’t say a single word. I turned and bolted for the heavy obsidian door, the sound of Fletcher Banks smoothly announcing the final cash-out chasing me out like a whip.
I tore through the dim corridors of The Obsidian Club, my chest heaving. I needed air. I needed to escape the suffocating reality that I had thrown away a queen and been slaughtered by her.
𝗗o𝘄ոlo𝖺𝘥 𝘗𝘋Fѕ 𝘧𝗿𝖾е о𝗇
As I neared the exit, I passed the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading to the VIP balcony. I froze.
Out in the cold night air, bathed in deep shadows and the faint grid of city lights, stood Kain Blackwell. He wasn’t alone. He had a woman pinned against the wrought-iron railing, kissing her with a desperate, starving intensity. The woman was completely swallowed by Kain’s massive, midnight-blue suit jacket, her face and hair hidden in the dark fabric.
My fractured, bleeding ego violently seized the lifeline.
Adelina had already left the table, my mind raced, piecing together a desperate, euphoric delusion. The rumors were true. This wasn’t Adelina. This was the hidden, pureblood Luna he was protecting. Adelina was nothing but a pathetic smokescreen — a wolfless breeder used for a political contract to conceal his true mate.
I wasn’t the fool who had lost. I was the only one who saw the truth.
My hands trembled as I yanked my phone from my pocket. I zoomed in through the glass, the dim lighting making the shot grainy, but it was enough. I snapped the picture. The flash was off, and the two figures on the balcony were too consumed by each other to notice the Davenport Alpha standing in the shadows.
Ten minutes later, the leather steering wheel of my McLaren groaned under my tight grip as I tore down the West Side Highway.
The neon city lights blurred past the windshield, reflecting the twisted, manic grin on my face. The crushing humiliation from the poker table was entirely gone, replaced by a venomous, self-righteous high. I pulled over onto a dark shoulder, the engine idling with a low, aggressive growl.
I opened my messages and found Kira Parrish’s name. I attached the blurry photo of Kain kissing the mysterious woman on the balcony. My thumbs flew across the screen, typing out the weapon that would destroy them both.
Proof. The Lycan King has a hidden Luna. Our little wolfless Rogue is just a breeder in a contract. We have him.
I hit send.