Chapter 371
Chapter 371:
The moment the private elevator doors slid open to the penthouse, the illusion of safety shattered. I pulled my hand from his rigid grip and walked straight to the massive marble bar in the center of the living room. My hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped the crystal decanter as I poured two heavy rocks glasses of amber bourbon.
I turned and shoved one glass into Kain’s hand. He stared at it, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous, unstable Lycan light. I didn’t wait for him. I downed my bourbon in one burning swallow, the liquid fire giving me the reckless courage I needed.
Stepping into his space, I pressed my trembling fingers flat against his chest, directly over the expensive fabric covering his heart. Beneath my touch, it hammered a frantic, violent rhythm.
“Tell me how much the needle hurt, Kain,” I demanded, my voice a raw, broken rasp.
The question snapped the last thread of his control.
With a guttural snarl, Kain dropped his glass. He seized my wrists, spun me around, and pinned me hard against the edge of the marble bar. His ancient cedar scent exploded through the room, suffocating the air with a decade of repressed agony and lethal possessiveness.
𝘙𝘦a𝖽 𝖿𝗋ee n𝗈𝗏e𝗅s 𝗼ո
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice a shattered, beastly roar against my skin. “The needle was nothing. The agony was watching you walk away with him. Every. Single. Day p>
The brutal, bleeding honesty of his confession destroyed the last of my composure. A sob tore from my throat, and my own glass slipped from my fingers, shattering into pieces on the thick Persian rug.
Before the shards even settled, Kain let out a low, suppressed growl. He swept me off my feet and carried me in long, predatory strides toward the master bedroom, kicking the heavy oak doors shut behind us. What followed wasn’t simply intimacy — it was a desperate, violent collision of two souls. Every touch, every breathless kiss was a frantic purge of jealousy, pain, and the agonizing years we had lost. My dormant White Wolf purred in absolute submission, finally home.
Hours later, in the quiet of the early morning, the dark silk sheets of the California king lay tangled and ruined. I lay in the warm aftermath, watching the steady rise and fall of Kain’s chest.
Kain looked up at me. His Lycan Inner Wolf bled through his gaze as he made the ultimate vow of submission and possession.
“There is no Rejection,” his deep voice echoed in the stillness of the room, resonating like an ancient oath. “There is only us. I am giving you the power to destroy my empire, my family, everything. That is my vow to you. I will never let you go p>
The sheer, terrifying weight of his love crashed over me. Tears spilled hot and fast down my cheeks. I rose to my knees before him, tangled my hands in his dark hair, and pulled his mouth to mine. I kissed him with every fractured piece of my soul — sealing a bond that no contract could define, and no force in this world could ever break.