Chapter 328
Chapter 328:
The heavy car door opened, and the midday sun spilled into the cabin, bringing her with it.
Adelina slid into the seat beside me. Instantly, the intoxicating scent of wild roses and storm flooded the space, soothing the lingering edges of my predatory high. She looked breathtaking in her tailored suit — a true Queen, entirely unaware of the bloodless massacre I had orchestrated in her honor.
“You look entirely too pleased with yourself,” she noted, her brow furrowing slightly as she studied my face. “Why are you smiling like that p>
I didn’t answer immediately. I reached out, my fingers gently tracing the soft curve of her jawline, then leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek, savoring the warm, vibrant pulse of her skin beneath my lips. She didn’t need to know about the billboard. She didn’t need to be tainted by the filthy, desperate politics of broken Alphas.
“Just a bit of den cleaning,” I rumbled, my voice a deep, contented vibration.
Adelina blinked, clearly confused by the cryptic answer, but the electric warmth of our mate-bond hummed between us, softening her suspicion into a faint, beautiful smile. I pulled her flush against my side as the Phantom merged into the Manhattan traffic, keeping my ultimate victory a secret forged in the shadows.
Adelina POV
Tuesday afternoon sunlight poured through the glass walls of my Alpha Office at The Wolfe Hotel, but I could barely focus on the financial spreadsheets glowing on my monitor. My mind was still trapped in the back of Kain’s Phantom, replaying his dark, satisfied smirk and that cryptic comment about den cleaning.
The heavy glass door suddenly flew open, hitting the metal doorstop with a loud thud.
Blake Davenport marched in, her designer heels clicking frantically against the hardwood. Her scent—a sharp, vibrant burst of citrus—was absolutely saturated with wild excitement.
“Tell me you’re seeing this,” Blake gasped, practically throwing her phone onto my desk.
𝗗𝗼𝗐ոl𝘰𝘢𝗱a𝘣𝗹𝘦 𝗣D𝖥𝘴 o𝗇 𝘨alո𝘰𝘃e𝘭𝘀.с𝘰𝗺
I blinked and looked down at the screen. It was a live stream from The Howl, the continent’s premier werewolf gossip network. The camera was zoomed in on a massive three-hundred-square-meter LED billboard located directly across from Davenport Tech headquarters on Wall Street.
My breath hitched. On the screen, playing on a high-definition, endless loop, was a close-up of the pristine Moon Orchids Jase had sent me. An expensive, handmade leather shoe stepped directly onto the delicate white petals, grinding them ruthlessly into the filthy mud.
“Do you understand what this means?” Blake squealed, bracing her hands on my desk. “In our culture, crushing Moon Orchids is the ultimate insult! It’s broadcasting to the entire continent that Jase’s prayers to the Moon Goddess are absolute garbage, and that he is a pathetic, rejected mutt p>
Just a bit of den cleaning.