Chapter 340
Chapter 340:
The dark plush robe he had worn last night had fallen open, exposing his right leg. Stretching from just above his knee down to his calf was a horrific, jagged scar. The thick, mangled tissue looked as though his leg had been crushed by industrial machinery and haphazardly pieced back together.
It made absolutely no sense. A Lycan’s healing ability was legendary, bordering on miraculous. They didn’t scar.
Driven by a mix of profound shock and aching tenderness, I reached out. My trembling fingertips lightly traced the edge of the ruined flesh.
Kain’s eyes snapped open.
For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying Lycan King vanished. Pure, naked panic flashed in his molten gold eyes. He moved with a violent flinch, his massive hand instantly grabbing the heavy duvet and yanking it over his leg, burying the scar in darkness. His chest heaved, his ancient cedar scent spiking with a sudden, defensive sharpness.
“What happened to your leg?” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.
The panic in his eyes was quickly swallowed by a flawless, practiced mask of calm. “A skiing accident in the Swiss Alps during my university years,” Kain lied smoothly, his voice a low, dismissive rumble. “A bad fall on jagged ice. It’s nothing, Adelina p>
R𝘦a𝘥 t𝗁𝘦 l𝘢te𝘴𝘵 𝘁𝗋e𝗇𝖽𝘴 𝘰n
“Kain, that doesn’t look like ice p>
He didn’t let me finish. He shifted his massive weight, pinning me gently against the mattress. His hands framed my face, and his mouth crashed down on mine—a deeply possessive, consuming kiss designed to completely short-circuit my brain. The electric spark of our mate-bond exploded across my skin, and my wolfless body instinctively melted into his scorching heat.
But even as my hands tangled in his dark hair, my mind raced. A skiing accident wouldn’t leave a permanent, mangled scar on an apex predator. There was only one thing on this earth that could permanently destroy Lycan flesh.
Silver.
Almon POV
Downstairs, the sunroom was bathed in warm morning light. I sat in a floral armchair across from Elder Maeve Wolfe. The air carried her dry herbal scent and the gentle steam rising from the Earl Grey tea resting on the table between us.
“The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, Almon,” Maeve murmured, her cloudy eyes gazing out toward the estate’s gardens. “To think destiny brought your son to my Adelina, pulling her from the darkness p>
I set my teacup down, the fine china clinking softly. “It wasn’t destiny, Elder. It was sacrifice p>
Maeve turned her head, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Kain told Adelina his leg was injured in a skiing accident,” I said, my voice heavy with the weight of a father’s painful memory. “The truth is, three years ago in Europe, his convoy was ambushed by a rival Pack. They used a heavy transport truck lined entirely with silver plates. They crushed his car. Kain was trapped in that twisted, silver-laced steel for five agonizing hours p>
Maeve gasped, her frail hand flying to her mouth.