Chapter 322
Chapter 322:
A deep rumble cut through the air. Kain emerged from the column’s shadow, his golden eyes burning. He had heard everything. My heart slammed against my ribs as he slid into the booth beside me, his arm snaking possessively around my waist. His ancient cedar scent drowned out the bourbon, and an electric spark jolted straight to my core.
Blake caught the fire in his gaze and smirked. “Duty calls.” She vanished.
Kain plucked the empty glass from my hand, his voice velvet thunder. “Mrs. Blackwell.” With effortless ease, he scooped my unsteady weight into a princess carry, ignoring the stares that followed us. His warmth seeped through me as we left, and the vault’s ghosts fell silent—for now.
Adelina Wolfe POV
Sunlight pierced the penthouse master bedroom like an accusation. My head throbbed from last night’s bourbon haze, my mouth as dry as ash. Kain’s ancient cedar scent clung to the sheets—a suffocating reminder of his arms carrying me home, princess-style, through stares I had barely registered. I bolted upright, my heart slamming. He couldn’t have heard my drunken confession to Blake. I love him… but I’m broken, wolfless…
The study door was ajar. I stumbled in, still in silk pajamas, craving coffee and the chance to rebuild my walls. Kain stood by the glass desk, holding a steaming mug of honeyed brew—wolf herbs for hangovers. His storm-gray eyes softened. “Drink, little wolf p>
I snatched it, keeping my voice cold. “Last night changes nothing. The contract—non-interference. We stick to it p>
He set his own mug down, his jaw tightening. He crossed to the wall safe behind a Lycan war tapestry and punched in the code. The heavy door hissed open. He withdrew our Mating Contract—thick parchment sealed with wax.
Then he knelt before me. The Lycan King, kneeling. He held my gaze without a word. With one deliberate motion, he tore the contract in half. The shreds fluttered to the Persian rug like dead leaves.
A𝖽𝗱𝗂𝖼𝗍𝘪𝘃𝘦 𝘀t𝗈𝗿i𝖾s 𝘰𝗻 𝘨𝘢lոo𝘷е𝗅𝘀.com
I gasped, staggering back. “Kain! That was our safety net p>
He rose, golden flecks igniting in his irises. “It was a lie keeping us apart. No more deals. Only the bond p>
Shock rooted me in place. Before I could retort, he slid a sleek folder across the desk. An asset transfer: a $500,000,000.00 trust fund. The Blackstone risk portfolio. “Yours. Absolute security. No power imbalance p>
My hands shook as I shoved it back. “No. I won’t be bought. If this is real—not a transaction—prove it with truth, not money p>
His eyes widened, shock melting into reverence. He hurled the folder aside, papers scattering across the floor. In a blur, he cupped my face, his thumb tracing my lip. “No more deals. Only us p>
His mouth claimed mine—fierce yet tender. The mate-spark ignited, and a profound, soul-deep peace flooded my veins. I melted against him, my fingers tangling in his shirt, tasting the weight of a vow on his lips. Wild roses and storm bloomed in my scent, yielding at last to his cedar storm.