Chapter 321
Chapter 321:
And there she was. Carolyn Parrish, my so-called mother, in an outdated designer suit that screamed desperation. Her faded floral scent had soured to rancid vinegar, thick with resentment. She jabbed a manicured finger at me and shrieked across a lobby full of stunned guests: “You ungrateful bitch! You destroyed us! Kira faces a Council trial! Bryan bankrupted us and threw me out—all because of you p>
My Warriors flanked me instantly, forming stone walls between us. Phones whipped out, recording every second. I kept my voice low and lethal. “The Parrish downfall comes from silver-attacking a future Luna. That is treason. Your greed and your crimes brought this—not me p>
Her public outburst fell flat. Eyes darted to her expensive, ill-fitting clothes as whispers rippled through the crowd. Carolyn crumpled dramatically to the marble floor, wailing: “My daughter married the Lycan King and abandoned her sick, homeless Omega mother p>
Guests murmured with sympathy. She locked greedy eyes on me, hissing beneath her breath: “Two million dollars. Or I tell The Howl you abuse your frail Omega mom p>
𝖶𝗵𝗮𝘁 e𝗏𝗲𝗿y𝘰𝗻е і𝘀 𝗋𝗲а𝘥𝗂n𝘨 оn
Revulsion rose like bile in my throat. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911 on speaker. “Intruder demanding two million in extortion in my lobby p>
Her fake tears froze. I crouched close and whispered, cold as ice: “You stopped being my mother the moment you let Kira lock me in that silver-lined vault. Come near me again, and Kain’s lawyers will ensure you rot in a concrete cell p>
“S-silver-lined vault?” Horror cracked her façade, her pupils blowing wide. Sirens wailed in the distance. She scrambled to her feet, clutching her bag, and bolted through the revolving doors into the Manhattan chaos beyond.
I rose and nodded to the manager. “Free drinks for the witnesses.” The guests dispersed, buzzing with murmured conversation.
But in the quiet corner of the lobby, my clenched fingers trembled uncontrollably. The ghost of the vault clawed its way free—screams, burns, my wolf silenced forever. I needed air. A drink. Anywhere but here.
Adelina POV
The vault’s ghost clawed at me as I shoved through the heavy oak doors of The Howl Lounge. The amber-lit, wolf-exclusive club reeked of expensive bourbon, melting ice in crystal glasses, and the thick, competitive scents of Alphas and Lunas. I slid into a shadowed leather booth at the back, hidden behind a massive marble Roman column. The bartender poured a double neat without asking. Wild roses and storm—my scent—had soured with vault panic and Carolyn’s venom.
One glass down, the burn dulled the screams echoing in my skull. Kira’s silver-lined hell had silenced my Inner Wolf forever. Wolfless. Broken. Two glasses in, tears blurred the amber haze. My phone buzzed—Blake.
“I’m fine,” I slurred when she arrived, sliding into the seat across from me. But the whiskey had cracked my walls. Silence stretched between us. “The non-interference clause… it’s a joke now.” I buried my face in my hands, my voice breaking. “I love him, Blake. Kain makes me feel safe, whole. But I’m broken wolfless trash. What if he rejects me? Or just wants a breeder? I’d shatter p>
Blake’s eyes widened, bright with excitement. “Tell him! He’s crazy for you p>