Chapter 306
Chapter 306:
Carmella POV
The morning rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my executive office at The Wolfe Hotel. It was ten o’clock, and the gloomy Manhattan sky perfectly mirrored the heavy dread settling in my stomach.
Down on the wet pavement below, standing beside a rain-slicked McLaren, was Jase Davenport.
Even from several stories up, the fallen Alpha looked pathetic. He wore no umbrella, letting the freezing downpour soak through his expensive tailored suit. Though I was wolfless and lacked the heightened senses of our kind, the sheer, suffocating weight of his despair—a sour, metallic decay of a broken Alpha—seemed to seep right through the reinforced glass. He was waiting for Adelina, begging for a ghost of a chance after whatever had shattered him the night before.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯
He never got it.
Two armored black SUVs glided silently to the curb, boxing in the McLaren. Four massive men in Blackstone Pack tactical gear stepped out—Kain Blackwell’s warriors. They didn’t speak. Jase tried to puff up his chest, a futile attempt to summon his waning Alpha aura, but the lead warrior simply lunged. With one hand, he slammed Jase face-first onto the freezing metal hood of the sports car. Pedestrians scattered, their smartphones flashing as they recorded the brutal, public humiliation.
The warrior leaned down, whispering something into Jase’s ear. I didn’t need supernatural hearing to guess the Lycan King’s message: Stay away, or I’ll break your legs.
Jase’s body went entirely limp. The fight drained out of him completely. The warriors shoved him into the driver’s seat of his car, slapped the roof, and vanished like phantoms back into their SUVs.
I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. Kain Blackwell’s power wasn’t just protective—it was an absolute, terrifying execution of dominance.
“Ms. Golden p>
I flinched, tearing my eyes away from the window. Director Franklin, the human IRS auditor, was sitting across my mahogany desk. The stench of his cheap cologne and nervous, greedy sweat made my stomach churn.
“As I was saying,” Franklin continued, tapping a manicured finger against a specific line on my personal tax records, “this unrecorded medical expense from Italy. Seven years ago. It’s a massive discrepancy p>
Seven years ago. Emergency surgery.
The words triggered a violent, blinding spike of agony behind my eyes. It felt exactly like the searing, flesh-melting burn of silver. I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep breathing. My past was a blank, terrifying void, and whatever had happened in Italy was the black hole that had swallowed my memory and my Inner Wolf.
Franklin didn’t notice my silent suffering. He leaned closer, his eyes dropping to my neckline. “An irregularity like this could trigger a full federal investigation into you and this hotel. But I’m a reasonable man, Carmella. Maybe we could grab a drink tonight? Discuss how to make this little anomaly… disappear p>
The implication hung in the air, thick and vile. He thought I was just a weak, powerless woman he could extort.
I forced the phantom silver pain down and met his gaze with absolute ice. “I will submit all required supplementary documentation by the end of the day, Director. There will be no drinks p>