Chapter 343
Chapter 343:
The former Alpha King stood at his full height. The temperature in the grand living room plummeted to a freezing vacuum. His scent—usually a comforting blend of ancient parchment and quiet authority—mutated into a suffocating, glacial wave of pure, unadulterated murderous intent. As a wolfless woman, the sheer physical weight of his Lycan aura forced the breath from my lungs, pinning me to my spot.
He looked down at Carolyn, his expression a mask of terrifying, executioner’s calm.
“You dare speak of tainted blood?” Almon’s voice was a lethal whisper that sliced through the heavy silence. “You are the only whore in this room, Carolyn. A mother who sold her own White Wolf daughter to the highest bidder for a scrap of power p>
Carolyn’s face contorted. She opened her mouth to shriek another desperate defense, but Almon didn’t let her.
A low, guttural rumble vibrated deep within his chest—a subsonic sound of absolute dominance that made the massive floor-to-ceiling windows hum in their frames. Two towering Blackstone Warriors materialized from the shadows like ghosts, their hands clamping down on Carolyn’s arms with bone-bruising force.
“Throw her out,” Almon commanded, his golden eyes devoid of any mercy. “If she ever comes within a hundred yards of any Blackstone territory, strip her of her Inner Wolf. Let her rot in the wilderness as a true Rogue p>
“No! You can’t do this! I’ll go to the press!” Carolyn thrashed wildly, her faded floral scent turning rancid with absolute terror.
One of the Warriors leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered a single, inaudible sentence. Whatever promise of death he delivered worked instantly. All the blood drained from Carolyn’s face. Her weak Omega wolf whimpered in total submission, and she went limp, allowing herself to be dragged out through the heavy oak doors and thrown into the muddy ditch beyond the estate gates.
I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had wanted to be free of her—but witnessing the brutal, absolute efficiency of Lycan wrath sent a chill down my spine.
𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇
Almon didn’t even watch her leave. He turned to my grandmother, offered a brief, respectful nod, and pulled a heavy encrypted satellite phone from his coat pocket. He dialed a number and put it on speaker.
“Chief Inquisitor,” Almon stated, bypassing any greeting. “Kira Parrish. Charge: the use of lethal silver against a White Wolf bloodline. Initiate a Bloodline Trial immediately. Ensure no Pack lawyer on this continent dares to represent her. I want the sentence permanent p>
He ended the call before the voice on the other end could even confirm. Then he looked at me, his golden eyes softening just a fraction. “The Parrish family is officially erased, Adelina p>
It wasn’t a human lawsuit. It was an irreversible execution from the highest authority in our world.
By Monday afternoon, the violent echoes of the weekend still haunted me.
I sat behind the massive glass desk in my Alpha Office at The Wolfe Hotel, staring blankly at the financial reports. The Manhattan skyline stretched out beyond the windows, but the sprawling city only made my office feel like a beautifully constructed cage.