Chapter 423
Chapter 423:
Adelina Wolfe POV
The gentle Aegean sea breeze ruffled my hair as I leaned against Kain’s solid shoulder. But Blake’s voice in my head quickly shifted from playful banter to genuine frustration.
“It’s not just the bad dates, Adelina,” Blake sighed through the Mind-Link. “Senator Alistair Hayes is trying to extort the Davenport Pack. He’s pushing a bogus environmental bill to seize our ancestral lands. It’s a nightmare p>
Before I could even formulate a comforting response, the air around me thickened. Kain’s massive frame went rigid. Without asking permission, my Lycan King effortlessly hijacked our private Mind-Link channel.
“Silence, Blake,” Kain commanded, his mental voice a dark, vibrating rumble.
He reached over me, grabbing his encrypted satellite phone from the small wooden table. He didn’t hesitate. “Fletcher,” Kain ordered, his tone cold enough to freeze hell itself. “Short every municipal bond in the state of Delaware. I want Senator Hayes begging on the steps of the Capitol by Tuesday p>
Through the link, I heard Blake let out a sharp, breathless gasp of pure awe. The threat to her Pack was eradicated in a single breath. I looked up at Kain, my dormant White Wolf purring at the sheer, arrogant magnitude of his power. Our shared authority was an intoxicating drug.
𝗥о𝘮an𝖼e 𝗇𝗼𝗏е𝘭𝘀 о𝘯
Three days after our honeymoon ended, the sun-drenched beaches were replaced by the sleek, glass-walled reality of my penthouse office at The Wolfe Hotel. My scent of wild roses and storm filled the quiet room as I reviewed the quarterly reports.
My private cell phone buzzed. It was a photo from Blake, taken in the dim, shadow-heavy lighting of The Core Club’s cigar lounge.
The image showed Kain sitting in a high-backed leather booth. Leaning intimately across the table, her face inches from his, was a sophisticated, striking woman.
A voice memo from Blake followed immediately: “There’s a human she-cat trying to crawl into your den, Luna. I think it’s time you showed her your claws p>
I stared at the screen. I didn’t feel a single spark of jealousy. I knew my Mate. Instead, my dormant White Wolf rose with cold, calculating precision. I studied the woman’s posture — the calculated tilt of her head, the expensive tailoring of her dress. She was a predator looking for a weakness.
I hit the intercom on my polished mahogany desk. “Sarah. I just forwarded you a photo. I need everything on that woman — name, employer, net worth, social circles, and any connection to the Blackstone family. Five minutes p>
Exactly four minutes later, my human assistant hurried in, placing a tablet on my desk. “Dr. Chloe Monroe, Ms. Wolfe. She’s a top-tier concierge doctor for the elite. More importantly, she used to be a health consultant for the Blackstone family p>
My phone buzzed again. Blake was calling.
“Did you see it?” Blake demanded, her Inner Wolf bristling with fierce loyalty.
“I saw it,” I replied evenly, my eyes scanning Chloe’s impressive medical credentials. “What happened after you took the picture p>