Chapter 378
Chapter 378:
I didn’t give him time to fully orient himself. I stood up from the plastic chair and dropped the pristine, fake adoption decree onto his lap.
“AB-positive,” I said, my voice devoid of any daughterly warmth. “That’s my blood type, Charles. I found out two days ago. It doesn’t match yours, and it doesn’t match Eleanor’s. So who am I p>
A raw, visceral panic flashed across his pale face. Even without an Inner Wolf of my own, I could sense his wolf cowering beneath his skin, terrified of a secret that smelled of burnt flesh and silver.
“Carmella…” he rasped, his hands trembling as they hovered over the paper. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting away. “You are my brother’s daughter. There was a terrible car crash in Boston seven years ago. Both your parents died. You suffered severe head trauma and lost your memory. Eleanor and I — we just wanted to protect you from the grief. We brought you here for a fresh start p>
A neat, tragic little bow to tie up my entire existence.
It was a lie. Every instinct in my wolfless body screamed that he was hiding something far darker than a simple car crash. But pressing him further would only make him build higher walls.
“I see,” I murmured, forcing my shoulders to drop as if a great weight had been lifted. I offered him a tight, fragile smile. “Thank you for finally telling me the truth. I need some time to process this p>
Di𝘴cоv𝘦𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝘥𝘦𝗇 𝘨e𝘮𝗌 𝘰𝗇
I turned and walked out of the room. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind me, the facade dropped. Standing alone in the quiet hospital hallway, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Boston for the following morning.
Adelina POV
The Alpha Office at The Wolfe Hotel was supposed to be a place of business, but this morning the air was thick with the intoxicating, possessive blend of ancient cedar and my own wild roses and storm.
I slapped a piece of crisp Wolfe Hotel stationery onto the massive mahogany desk and glared at the Lycan King who had kept me awake until four in the morning.
“New Den policy,” I announced, crossing my arms. “One: no hostile takeovers after midnight. Two: three mandatory armistice days per week. Three: the kitchen and master bath are demilitarized zones. Violate any of these, Kain, and you will be exiled to the guest room p>
Kain leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. His powerful Inner Wolf practically purred at my attempt to establish order. Without breaking eye contact, he picked up a pen and scrawled his signature at the bottom of the page.
“Agreed,” he murmured, his voice a dark, rumbling vibration.
Before I could even register my victory, his hand shot out. He gripped my waist and hauled me effortlessly across the smooth mahogany surface. I gasped as my back met the desk, his heavy, muscular frame instantly caging me beneath him.