Chapter 369
Chapter 369:
The moment the attic door clicked shut behind us, my smile vanished. I dug into my Hermès Birkin bag, pulled out an antibacterial wipe, and viciously scrubbed my hands — working between my fingers until the skin turned red, thoroughly disgusted by the lingering touch of a failed Omega.
Adelina POV
Miles away from the cold marble of the Sterling townhouse, the penthouse den at Blackstone Tower was a sanctuary of absolute warmth.
I sat on the edge of our king-sized bed, fresh from the shower. Kain stood behind me, his massive, scarred hands holding a warm towel. With a reverence that made my chest ache, the Lycan King gently dried my wet hair.
𝘞𝘩а𝘵 𝗲vеrу𝘰ո𝘦 𝘪𝗌 𝗋е𝘢𝘥𝗂ո𝘨 𝘰ո
His intoxicating scent of ancient cedar wrapped around me, completely enveloping my own scent of wild roses and storm. It was a heavy, protective blanket that made me feel safer than I ever had in my entire life.
“Kain,” I murmured, leaning my head back against his hard, muscular abdomen.
His hands paused. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my damp neck. “Yes, little wolf p>
“There’s an Ivy League Alumni Gala next Friday night at the Yale Club,” I said, tilting my head to give him better access. “Would you come with me p>
Kain didn’t answer with words at first. His lips trailed down to the sensitive skin of my collarbone, pressing a hot, lingering kiss directly over the spot where his Marking would eventually be. Through our bond, I felt the deep, rumbling purr of his Lycan Inner Wolf echo through my mind. Mine.
He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply. “Anywhere you go, little wolf,” Kain rumbled, his voice a dark velvet promise. “I go p>
Adelina POV
Friday night arrived draped in the glittering opulence of the Yale Club. The moment Kain and I stepped into the grand ballroom, the ambient chatter died.
The heavy Blackstone sapphire rested against my collarbone, a silent declaration of my place beside the Lycan King. I felt hundreds of eyes on me, but one stare burned like acid. Standing near the towering champagne fountain was Victoria Sterling. Her expensive perfume couldn’t mask the sheer, toxic jealousy radiating from her. Her eyes were locked onto my necklace as though she wanted to claw it straight from my throat.
I tried to ignore her, but the atmosphere around me was rapidly thickening. Kain’s arm was an iron band around my waist. Every time a male Alpha’s gaze lingered on my bare back for more than a second, his ancient cedar scent spiked with lethal aggression. Through our incomplete Mate-bond, his Lycan Inner Wolf sent a deafening, possessive Mine reverberating through my chest.
The suffocating weight of his dominance made the room spin. “I need some air,” I whispered, slipping from his rigid grip before he could object.
The cool night air of the outdoor terrace hit me, but I wasn’t alone. Lance Sterling stood in the shadows. The moment he saw me, his scent soured with pure panic. He turned to flee back inside, but I moved quickly, blocking the heavy glass doors.