Chapter 376
Chapter 376:
“Carmella,” she said slowly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you remember that old Polaroid I found in the Blackstone Manor library? The one with Grant, with the initials ‘C.G.’ on the back p>
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“Seven years ago,” Adelina continued, her grip on my hands tightening, “there was a silver weapon ambush. Grant’s fated mate was targeted. If your past is tied to that night, your missing memories aren’t just a secret. They’re dangerous p>
“I tried to ask Grant how to get the records,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “But I panicked. If he pulls them, he controls what I see p>
Adelina’s jaw set. The soft, blushing girl from a moment ago vanished, replaced by a woman who understood the ruthless politics of the Lycan world.
“Then we don’t let him control it,” she said fiercely. “I’ll have Kain ask Grant for the files. He won’t be able to hide them or deny it p>
𝗗о𝗐𝗇𝘭𝘰а𝗱 р𝘋F𝗌 𝘧𝗋е𝗲 𝗈ո ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝘮
“Will Grant even listen to him p>
Adelina’s eyes flashed with absolute certainty. “A Lycan King’s request is not a request, Carmella. It’s a command p>
Grant POV
The manila envelope felt unnaturally heavy in my hands.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my Manhattan office, the sprawling financial district reduced to insignificant concrete blocks far below. Behind my mahogany desk, Leo stood in absolute silence. My Chief of Staff had bypassed state courts and Pack jurisdictions entirely, utilizing the Blackstone Pack’s Shadow Network to pull these files directly from the cold-storage servers of Massachusetts General Hospital.
I drew the fragile, unedited pages from the envelope. The clinical black text burned my eyes.
Patient: Carmella Golden. 38 weeks pregnant. Vehicle rollover secondary to severe lacerations from a silver weapon ambush. Emergency C-section. Massive postpartum hemorrhage. Severe dissociative amnesia. Permanent dormancy of the Inner Wolf.
On the final page, beneath the birth certificate for the premature pup, the mother was listed as Carmella. The father’s line read Unknown — a ghost I had personally erased from the system seven years ago to keep my enemies blind.
That pup was Jaxon.
A violent, sickening rage ignited in my chest. My Lycan clawed at the inside of my ribs, a possessive roar vibrating in my throat — not at the discovery itself, but at the memory of her broken, bleeding body reeking of burnt flesh and silver.
“Should I prepare a redacted copy for Ms. Golden?” Leo asked, his own Inner Wolf carefully subdued in the presence of my volatile aura.
“No.” My voice was a lethal, low rumble.
I crossed to the framed colonial map on the far wall and pulled it aside. The biometric wall safe scanned my retina and registered my Lycan blood signature before clicking open. I dropped the real file into the dark steel cavity.