Chapter 280
Chapter 280:
I spun around, my cloying jasmine scent turning rancid with absolute fury.
“Shut up! The only thing the Goddess sees today is my victory,” I roared, slapping the makeup brush out of her hand. It clattered loudly against the marble floor.
The Omega whimpered and shrank back in terror.
I turned back to the mirror, my chest heaving. I forced my breathing to slow, staring at my flawless reflection and the heavy diamonds around my neck. I refused to look at the bloody smear on the window. I was Kira Parrish. I had won. And no dead bird or anonymous text message was going to take this crown from me.
Adelina POV
The Grand Cathedral smelled of thousands of blooming white roses, but from our vantage point in the heavy shadows of the back pillars, all I could smell was the sharp, metallic tang of Jase Davenport’s bleeding ego.
He stood at the altar, a faint bandage barely concealing the cut on his temple from his morning accident. His scent was erratic — a sour mix of blind ambition and nervous sweat. He was waiting for his perfect bride, completely oblivious to the executioners standing in the dark.
Beside me, Kain stood like a lethal phantom. His midnight-blue suit blended into the shadows, but his aura — a suffocating, heavy wave of ancient cedar and pure power — wrapped around me like an impenetrable shield.
I gripped my crystal clutch. Inside was the digital axe that would sever Jase and Kira’s empire.
Xavier Vance’s intelligence network was flawless. Last Tuesday, on a shadowy street corner far from the Pack’s usual territories, a hidden high-definition camera and a parabolic microphone had captured everything. I had watched the footage a dozen times. Kira Parrish, handing a small glass vial of Concentrated Silver Particulate to Branden Cole.
𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘁
Her malicious, venomous voice from that video still echoed in my mind: “I don’t just want her embarrassed, Branden. I want her broken. I want the Lycan King to see what a pathetic, wolfless creature he’s bound himself to p>
The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral groaned open. The wedding march began to play. Kira glided down the white carpet, her face veiled, playing the part of the pure, blameless Omega finally getting her fairy tale.
The electric spark of our mate-bond flared in my chest. Kain’s deep, vibrating voice echoed directly into my mind.
Are you ready, my little wolf?
I watched Jase take Kira’s hand at the altar. If we stopped the ceremony now, it would be a scandal. But if we let them bind themselves in front of the Moon Goddess and the entire Continental Pack Council, the fall would be absolute ruin.
I leaned back against Kain’s solid chest, my heart a block of freezing ice.
Let them finish. I want the annulment to be painful.
Kira POV
The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel was a masterpiece of crystal chandeliers and cascading white orchids. I sat at the center of the head table, the heavy Davenport Luna diamond resting on my chest.