Chapter 320
Chapter 320:
His gaze dropped to my reddened wrist. His rosemary and rain scent turned thunderous, his jaw grinding. “If you say the word, Red Fang vanishes before next full moon. No traces p>
My mind spun, caught between gratitude and the chilling abyss behind his eyes.
Carmella POV
The crisp autumn air did little to clear my head as Grant guided me toward his waiting armored SUV. His trench coat still draped my shoulders, heavy with his rosemary and rain scent—a possessive claim that made my skin prickle. I shrugged it off in the foyer and thrust it back. “Thank you. I can handle p>
Ne𝗐 𝘸ee𝗸𝘭𝘺 𝖼h𝖺p𝗍𝘦𝘳𝗌 о𝘯.сo𝘮
His golden eyes dropped to my reddened wrist, his jaw grinding. His rosemary and rain turned thunderous. “If you say the word, Red Fang vanishes before next full moon. No traces p>
My mind spun, gratitude warring with the chill in his gaze. I slid into the SUV’s black leather seat without another word. The door thudded shut like a vault. Grant climbed in beside me, and the privacy partition hummed upward, sealing us in suffocating intimacy. His scent flooded the space, thick and inescapable, stirring an unwanted pull in my chest.
“You’re wolfless in a world of predators,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Alistair won’t stop. Your fosters sold you like livestock. Without a Pack’s shield, you’ll always be prey p>
I crossed my arms, my heart pounding. “I don’t need a savior p>
His eyes locked onto mine. “A Protection Contract. I use my Lycan blood and Senate pull to bury the Hawthornes—freeze their assets, expose their lies. You get freedom. In return, you fall under my protection. No one touches what’s mine p>
The offer dangled like a gilded cage. Freedom from them… but chained to him? My Wall Street instincts screamed trap. “I won’t trade one cage for another. I don’t need a Lycan to own me p>
Disappointment flickered in his eyes, cold and unreadable. “The offer stands p>
The partition lowered as we reached my West Village building. I fled without looking back.
Grant POV
I watched Carmella vanish through the glass doors, her refusal igniting a feral roar in my Inner Wolf. Centuries of control, shattered by her defiance. She thought she could simply walk away. Naive.
My phone was in my hand before the door clicked shut. I dialed my chief of staff, my voice laced with Lycan command. “Initiate a full financial audit on the Hawthorne Foundation. Land deals, charity flows—everything. Alert my Treasury contacts. I want their Cayman filings by Friday. Results. Now p>
“Yes, Senator p>
The line went dead. My wolf snarled in satisfaction. She would learn soon enough: reject me, and her so-called family pays the price. By Friday, she would have nowhere left to run but my den.
Adelina POV
Tuesday afternoon dragged me from Blackstone Tower’s suffocating penthouse into The Wolfe Hotel’s gleaming lobby. I had buried myself in spreadsheets all morning, trying to outrun the echo of Kain’s kiss and my crumbling defenses. The private elevator hummed to a stop, its doors sliding open—
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