Chapter 308
Chapter 308:
“Be ready.” The line went dead.
I stared at the phone in shock. Adelina leaned against my desk, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Well. That’s one way to aggressively pursue a woman p>
“He is not pursuing me,” I snapped, my cheeks burning hot. “I am doing this for a poor, motherless pup who needs support p>
Adelina just hummed, clearly unconvinced, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.
Grant POV
I set my phone down on the massive oak desk of my Washington D.C. senatorial office. Outside the window, the Capitol dome gleamed in the afternoon sun, but my attention was entirely on the boy sitting on my leather sofa.
Jaxon didn’t have a single tear on his face. He was happily sucking on a cherry lollipop, his fingers flying across his tablet screen as he played a video game.
I walked over and ruffled his hair. “Perfect execution, pup p>
Jaxon paused his game and looked up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes that perfectly mirrored my own Lycan wolf. “I did the voice crack just like we practiced. Now, about my payment p>
“The limited-edition Death Star Lego set,” I confirmed, a predatory smile stretching across my face. “My assistant is ordering it right now p>
𝖱𝖾ad 𝗐i𝗍hо𝗎𝘵 iոte𝗿𝘳𝘶p𝘵io𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗻
“Pleasure doing business with you, Dad.” Jaxon popped the lollipop back into his mouth and returned to his game.
I looked back at my phone, my chest rumbling with a low, satisfied growl. Carmella thought she was just comforting a sad child. She had no idea she had walked straight into my trap. By Saturday morning, I would pull her out of her safe, human fortress and drown her in my scent until her fractured memories had no choice but to remember who she truly belonged to.
Carmella POV
I stared at the open closet, my usual armor of stiff blazers and pencil skirts discarded on the bed. Today wasn’t about being a ruthless CFO. It was about a little boy who needed someone in his corner. I smoothed down the soft beige knit dress I had finally settled on, grabbed my purse, and headed downstairs.
Exactly at eight, a massive black armored SUV idled at the curb. It looked less like a car and more like a rolling military fortress. As I approached, the heavy tinted rear door swung open.
The moment I stepped closer, a heavy, intoxicating wave of rosemary and rain crashed over me. My breath hitched. Even without an Inner Wolf, my body betrayed me—my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and my blood practically boiled in my veins, a terrifying and undeniable physical surge.
I gripped the door handle, my knuckles turning white. This is for Jaxon, I chanted silently. Only for Jaxon.
I climbed into the golden cage.