Chapter 355
Chapter 355:
“St. Jude’s…” Adelina whispered, her voice trembling but crystal clear in the silent, locked-down terminal. “I saw it, Kain. I saw the ‘K.B p>
Lightning struck my soul. The ten-year secret. The silent, obsessive vigil I had kept from the shadows of the tree line. She knew. She knew the terrifying magnitude of my devotion, and she wasn’t running from the monster. She was running toward him.
She looked up into my eyes, her own shining with unshed tears and a fierce, undeniable devotion.
“I love you,” she breathed.
𝘋𝗈𝗐ո𝘭oаdа𝖻𝗹e 𝗣𝖣F𝘀 о𝗇 g𝘢𝗹𝗻o𝘷е𝘭s.со𝗆
The agonizing panic in my chest was instantly incinerated by a violent, earth-shattering ecstasy. My Inner Wolf let out a deafening roar of absolute, territorial victory. The fragile tether of our mate-bond flared into a blinding, unbreakable chain of pure Soul’s Peace.
I snatched the boarding pass from her trembling fingers and ripped it to shreds, letting the useless pieces flutter to the plush carpet.
I didn’t care about the staring airport staff or my silent Warriors. I crashed my mouth down on hers in a brutal, deeply possessive kiss. The electric spark exploded across our skin as I swept her off her feet, cradling her flush against my chest.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder as I turned on my heel and strode out the glass doors toward the waiting armored Maybach on the tarmac.
As the heavy car door opened, I reached out through the Mind-Link to my Beta, my Lycan purring with a dark, insatiable hunger.
Cancel everything for the next week, I commanded Fletcher, my golden eyes locked on the woman in my arms. I’m taking my Queen home.
Adelina POV
The armored Maybach tore through the torrential Manhattan rain, the tires hissing against the flooded asphalt. Inside the soundproof cabin, the air was a suffocating, electric storm of ancient cedar and wild roses. Kain didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The feral, vibrating purr of his Lycan echoed in my bones, driven by a decade of silent, agonizing obsession that had finally been unleashed.
We bypassed Blackstone Tower entirely, pulling into the hidden underground VIP entrance of the Four Seasons. Before the door even opened, Kain draped his massive suit jacket over my head, completely engulfing me in his scent and shielding me from any lingering Pack scouts. He carried me effortlessly into the mirrored VIP elevator. The ascent was a blur of scorching heat and breathless anticipation.
The moment the heavy double doors of the Presidential Suite clicked shut behind us, the darkness of the room was illuminated only by the glittering Manhattan skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He didn’t turn on the lights. He let the jacket slip from my shoulders, his golden eyes burning with a terrifying, unyielding hunger.
“Ten years,” he rasped, his voice a guttural vibration that sent a violent spark straight to my core.