Chapter 312
Chapter 312:
Reaching down between his expensive shoes, he grabbed a large black plastic trash bag and pulled out a massive, cumbersome foam board.
From his single seat, Grant pressed a small remote.
Instantly, the board in Kain’s hands erupted into a blinding, obnoxious neon pink glow. Childish, luminous letters screamed across it: JAXON’S PACK CHEERS LOUDEST!
The entire front row of elite Alphas and Lunas was suddenly bathed in a ridiculous pink light. Whispers and muffled snickers rippled through the dark theater. Kain’s handsome face was a mask of absolute, livid humiliation.
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On stage, Jaxon spotted the glowing sign. His face lit up with pure joy, and he broke character just long enough to wave excitedly at us.
Adelina slapped a hand over her mouth, but a loud snort escaped anyway. I couldn’t hold it back either. The sight of the terrifying Lycan King forced to hold a glowing pink cheerleader sign was too much. Adelina and I burst into a fit of uncontrollable, breathless laughter.
Kain slowly turned his head. His eyes locked onto Adelina, burning with a lethal promise of retribution as she shamelessly pulled out her phone to snap a picture of his misery.
But as he glared at her, something shifted.
Adelina was laughing so hard she was leaning against my shoulder, her smile genuine, unburdened, and radiant like the sun. Kain stared at his Fated Mate, and the ice in his eyes began to crack.
The terrifying, murderous edge of his scent dissolved into the air. He let out a long, heavy sigh, and the deep scowl on his face melted into an expression of absolute, helpless indulgence. He didn’t lower the ridiculous pink sign. Instead, the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a faint, defeated smile—silently surrendering to her joy.
The play continued, the tension between the brothers momentarily masked by the neon pink glow. When the final curtain fell to a roar of applause, the house lights flickered on. We gathered our coats and moved with the crowd toward the heavy oak doors, ready to step out into the cold Manhattan street to wait for our little star.
Carmella POV
The biting chill of the Manhattan night hit us the moment we pushed through the heavy oak doors of St. Jude’s Academy. Before we could even reach the waiting armored SUVs parked along the curb, a small, joyful cannonball burst through the crowd of elegantly dressed Alphas and Lunas.
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I saw Grant step forward, his arms opening wide to catch his son. But Jaxon didn’t even slow down. He completely bypassed his father’s embrace and crashed directly into my legs.
“I did it! And this is for you!” Jaxon beamed, thrusting a heavy crystal trophy into my hands. It was beautifully carved, depicting a small wolf pup howling at the moon.