Chapter 279
Chapter 279:
“Put it down, Greg,” I growled.
My Inner Wolf was thrashing against my ribs, humiliated by the sudden, jarring loss of control. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, letting the crushing weight of an Alpha’s Command bleed into the confined space.
Greg stiffened, his scent spiking with genuine worry. “Jase, it could be a concussion. If you shift or lose focus during the ceremony p>
“I said, put it down,” I repeated, my voice dropping into a lethal, unyielding frequency. I stared him down, my eyes flashing with warning. “My healing ability will handle a scratch. I am not walking into my wedding — into a media circus filled with the continent’s elite — flanked by medics like some weak, aging Omega p>
𝖡𝘦 𝘵𝗁𝘦 𝖿𝗂r𝘴𝘵 𝗍𝗈 re𝗮d 𝘰𝗻 ѕ.сo𝗆
Greg swallowed hard and slowly lowered the radio.
I couldn’t show weakness. Not today. Today was the day I proved to the entire werewolf world that Kain Blackwell was a fraud, and that Adelina was nothing but his pathetic, wolfless breeder. I had the photo. I had the leverage. Calling a doctor would delay the ceremony and give the Pack media a reason to whisper about my vulnerability.
“Get the backup SUV,” I ordered coldly, pressing the ruined handkerchief back to my temple. “We are not delaying this ceremony. I have an empire to claim p>
Kira POV
“A backup SUV?” I shrieked, glaring at my mother, Carolyn, through the gilded mirror of the bridal suite. “He’s arriving in a standard black Tahoe? What about the stretch Phantom? The Pack media is waiting outside p>
Carolyn fluttered her hands, her faded floral scent reeking of pathetic appeasement. “He had a minor accident, darling. The important thing is he’s safe and on his way p>
I gripped the edges of the vanity, my knuckles turning white. I didn’t care about his minor accident. I cared about the optics. After receiving that terrifying anonymous text message earlier, my nerves were already shredded to pieces. I needed this wedding to be a flawless, impenetrable armor of wealth and status. I needed to look like an untouchable queen, not a bride whose groom showed up in a glorified taxi.
A sharp, sickening sound drew my eyes to the massive gothic window.
A small sparrow had flown full-force into the thick glass. It lay motionless on the stone sill, its feathers plastered down by the torrential rain. A thick smear of dark blood trailed down the pane — a violent slash of red against the gray sky.
The young Omega makeup artist standing behind me gasped, her brush trembling against my cheek. “The Goddess…” she whispered, her voice shaking with primal superstition. “It’s a warning from the Moon Goddess. An omen of a broken vow p>
The words pierced my chest like a silver needle.
My Inner Wolf whined, a sudden, suffocating terror clawing at my throat. The silver-lined closet I had locked Adelina in. The poison I had handed to Branden Cole. The sins I had buried deep in the dark were suddenly clawing at the door, demanding blood for blood.