Chapter 273
Chapter 273:
The moment his hand wrapped around my bare arm, something ancient and dormant deep within my soul violently recoiled. I didn’t have an Inner Wolf, but a primal, visceral instinct tied to my hidden White Wolf bloodline screamed at the proximity of a predator. The sheer revulsion to his touch — and the lethal poison burning in my blood — snapped me into a moment of terrifying clarity.
He did this.
I shoved him away with every ounce of strength I had left. “I’m going to be sick,” I gasped loudly, stumbling backward.
Before he could grab me again, I turned and practically sprinted toward the VIP Ladies’ Room. I threw myself inside, slammed the heavy oak door shut, and engaged the brass deadbolt.
The white tiles and marble sinks spun wildly. The burning in my blood was agonizing now, stealing the breath from my lungs. I needed to call for help.
I pulled my phone from my clutch with trembling fingers. Kain’s name stared back at me. My thumb hovered over it, but the memory of our bitter fight paralyzed me. Would he even believe me? Or would he think I was just being dramatic to get his attention?
A terrifying, thunderous bang rattled the oak door.
Branden.
𝗗𝗼𝗐n𝘭oa𝗱а𝗯𝗹e р𝖣𝘍𝗌 on
Panic seized my chest. I couldn’t risk Kain ignoring my call. I scrolled frantically through my contacts and hit Fletcher Banks’s name.
Another bang. The wood of the main door groaned, a jagged splintering sound echoing through the bathroom.
I dragged my failing, heavy body into the furthest stall and locked the thin metal door behind me. The phone began to ring. Once. Twice.
A deafening crash shattered the air as the main oak door gave way. Heavy footsteps moved onto the tile.
“Adelina,” Branden’s voice was a dark, predatory purr.
My fingers went completely numb. The phone slipped from my grasp and clattered loudly against the cold floor. The burning heat finally reached my heart, and the sterile white lights above faded as darkness swallowed me whole.
Adelina POV
The suffocating darkness slowly receded, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed through my veins. I gasped, my eyes snapping open to a soft, cream-colored ceiling. The sterile, chemical stench of a human hospital was absent; instead, the calming aroma of crushed mint and eucalyptus filled my lungs, soothing the lingering panic in my chest.
“Miss Wolfe. Try not to move too quickly p>
I turned my heavy head. Dr. Evans, the Blackstone Pack Doctor, stood beside a state-of-the-art monitor.
“Branden…” My voice was a broken, dry rasp.
“Apprehended,” Dr. Evans assured me, his tone gentle but grave. “You are safe in the pack’s private medical wing. The champagne you drank was laced with a lethal dose of Concentrated Silver Particulate p>
I shivered, the memory of the liquid fire tearing through my stomach returning with a vengeance. “How am I alive? I don’t have a wolf to heal me p>
“You survived because of what slumbers in your veins,” he explained, his eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and professional concern. “Your dormant White Wolf bloodline instinctively fought off the toxin. It bought you just enough time. Fletcher Banks caught your call and immediately mind-linked King Kain. The elite Warriors locked down the entire floor in under three minutes. They pulled Branden Cole off you before he could drag you out of that bathroom p>