Chapter 354
Chapter 354:
Kain POV
The sleek silver Gulfstream G650 touched down on the JFK tarmac two hours ahead of schedule, but to my frantic mind, it felt like an eternity.
I couldn’t breathe in Germany. The moment I had put an ocean between us, my Lycan Inner Wolf began tearing at my ribs, driven to the edge of madness by the physical distance from our Fated Mate. I had abandoned the summit, desperate to return to my den and ensure my Queen was safe.
But when Fletcher reached me through the Mind-Link upon landing, the news he delivered paralyzed me. She wasn’t at the penthouse. She was at the airport.
A cold, soul-shattering terror instantly hijacked my veins. My Inner Wolf let out an agonizing, blood-curdling howl of absolute despair. She knows. The thought echoed in my skull like a death sentence. She had discovered the depths of my ten-year obsession. She had seen the monster hiding behind the Mating Contract, and she was terrified. She was running away to Reject me forever.
I didn’t hesitate. I tapped into the Pack Mind-Link, my Alpha’s Command slicing through the distance to my operatives embedded in the airport’s security tower.
Lock down the Air France La Première terminal, I roared, the sheer force of my panic bringing the men on the other end to their knees. Delay flight AF007. Call in a potential terror threat. Do not let her board that plane!
Minutes later, I stormed through the heavy glass doors of the VIP terminal, six towering Blackstone Warriors flanking me like a dark, violent storm. The terminal’s quiet elegance—the scent of expensive perfumes and sterile cleaners—was instantly obliterated by the suffocating, aggressive wave of my ancient cedar scent.
Then, I caught it.
Wild roses and storm.
𝖱𝘰𝗆a𝗻𝗰𝖾 𝘢𝘯𝘥 р𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗂о𝗇 𝗼ո 𝘨𝗮𝗹ո𝗼𝗏𝖾𝗅ѕ.𝖼o𝘮
She was walking toward the exclusive lounge. Her beautiful scent was spiked with a vibrant, electric excitement. To my terrified, paranoid Lycan, that excitement smelled like the thrill of escape. She was eager to leave me.
I crossed the plush carpet in a blur of terrifying Lycan speed. I lunged like a wounded beast, my large hand clamping around her delicate wrist to spin her around.
“You were leaving me,” I choked out. My chest heaved, my golden eyes wild and fractured with a desperate, agonizing fear I had never known in my centuries of existence.
Adelina gasped, her eyes widening in absolute shock at my sudden appearance. But she didn’t flinch. She didn’t try to pull away from my iron grip. Instead, she slowly raised the thick piece of paper clutched in her free hand.
My eyes darted to the boarding pass. The bold black ink of the destination struck me like a physical blow: FRANKFURT.
I froze. The air completely left my lungs. My mind short-circuited, unable to comprehend the letters printed on the ticket. She wasn’t running away. She was flying directly into my war zone.