Chapter 266
Chapter 266:
Before I could process his words, Grant closed his eyes. The air around him crackled with an invisible, crushing psychic weight. Even without a wolf, I could feel the sheer magnitude of the power radiating from him. He was using a high-level Mind-Link, his authority so absolute it made my knees weak.
A moment later, he opened his eyes. The oppressive aura vanished, leaving behind a terrifying calm.
“It’s handled,” he said simply. “I just spoke with Elder Thompson at the Council. I’ve invoked The Lycan’s Sanctuary Act p>
I stared at him, my mind spinning. “The what p>
𝗗о𝘸𝘯l𝗼𝗮d P𝗗𝗙𝘴 𝖿𝘳𝘦е о𝘯
“An ancient decree,” he explained, stepping closer until his scent completely enveloped me. “It allows a member of the Lycan royal bloodline to place any individual under their absolute protection, exempting them from all Council audits. I helped draft the legislation years ago p>
He had dismantled my apocalypse in less than three minutes. The realization of his immense, untouchable power sent a shiver down my spine. It was a terrifying kind of safety.
“Consider it a consulting fee,” Grant murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Payable over dinner tonight p>
My heart hammered against my ribs. The speed at which he was maneuvering into my life terrified me. “I can’t,” I stammered, instinctively retreating. “I have a team dinner with Adelina tonight p>
Grant’s eyes darkened with amusement. He saw right through the lie, but he didn’t push. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card bearing only the Obsidian crest and a private number. He placed it deliberately on top of the Council’s threat.
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble that made my skin flush. “When you’re done with your meeting — call me. I’ll be waiting p>
He turned and walked out, leaving the door open and my office thick with his scent.
I sat there for a long time, staring at the black card. The fear of his power warred with the desperate, undeniable craving for the sanctuary he offered. My hands shook as I picked up my phone. I drafted a quick text to Adelina, canceling the fake dinner I had just invented.
Then I picked up the black card and dialed his number.
“Eight o’clock,” I breathed the moment the line connected.
Kira POV
While some women were busy playing house with dangerous men, I was busy building a guillotine.
It had been two days since the disastrous poker game at The Obsidian Club. The Parrish Estate’s living room, usually a sanctuary of expensive Persian rugs and pristine white sofas, was currently suffocating. The air was thick with the aggressive, sour metallic scent of Jase Davenport’s bruised Alpha ego, clashing violently with the sickly-sweet aroma of my own restless, jealous Inner Wolf.
Jase paced like a wounded beast before slamming his phone onto the glass coffee table.
“Look at it,” he snarled, his eyes wild.
I leaned forward. On the screen was a blurry, zoomed-in photograph taken from a distance. It showed Kain Blackwell on a dim balcony, passionately kissing a woman completely engulfed in his massive coat.