Chapter 287
Chapter 287:
Tears pricked my eyes. This wasn’t just revenge — it was a systematic purification of my Pack. I was finally wielding the true power of a Luna, fighting a war with gold and strategy.
The Phantom glided through the massive wrought-iron gates of the Blackstone Estate, stopping before the fortress-like mansion. We stepped out of the car and into the Great Stone Foyer. The walls of rough-hewn black granite and ancient tapestries depicting Lycan wars made the space feel like a sacred temple.
Standing by the roaring fireplace was Almon Blackwell.
The former Alpha King held a bottle of vintage champagne reserved only for royal coronations. His sharp eyes assessed me, followed by a laugh that sounded like sandpaper grinding against wood.
L𝘢𝘵еѕ𝘁 c𝘩а𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗋𝘀 𝗈𝘯
“Impeccable timing, you two,” Almon declared, pouring the golden liquid into three crystal flutes. “The Parrish and Davenport corporate stocks have already plummeted twelve percent in the last hour. A flawless execution p>
I accepted a glass, standing tall under the old King’s scrutiny. “It was about justice, Almon. Not just the stock market p>
Almon’s eyes gleamed with a knowing, ancient light. “Justice, yes. But more importantly, it is the return of the bloodline.” He raised his glass to me, acknowledging the dormant White Wolf legacy I carried — a destiny far larger than my personal vendetta.
We walked out onto the Eyrie Terrace. The obsidian stone was cool beneath my heels. Below us, the vast forests and the Hudson River reflected sudden, brilliant explosions of red, gold, and purple fireworks lighting up the night sky. The Blackstone Pack was celebrating their future Queen.
Kain stepped behind me, his massive arms wrapping around my waist and pulling my back flush against his hard chest. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my ear as the sky erupted in vibrant color.
“This is only the beginning, my Queen p>
Jase POV
The sterile scent of antiseptic burned my nose, but it couldn’t mask the sour, metallic stench of my own ruined pride. I was trapped in the Davenport Pack’s private medical wing, my skull throbbing from the car crash and the devastating mental collapse at the cathedral.
Every time I closed my heavy eyes, the nightmare looped relentlessly in my mind.
First, the high-definition footage of Kira handing Branden Cole the vial of Concentrated Silver Particulate. Then, the grainy, horrifying video of the silver-lined vault. Adelina’s agonizing screams tore through my skull, followed by Kira’s venomous curse: “You will never have your wolf p>
My Inner Wolf thrashed and howled in the dark hollows of my mind, bleeding from the ultimate betrayal. I hadn’t saved Adelina. I had married her monster. The memories of my own arrogance flooded in like poison — how I had dismissed Adelina’s warnings, pushing her away and calling her a needy Omega. I had used her wolfless status to humiliate her, convinced I was a benevolent god granting her charity. Instead, I had been the architect of her continued suffering, protecting the very woman who had broken her.