Chapter 441
Chapter 441:
My Beta didn’t question the order. Four minutes later, his crisp voice echoed in my skull. “Sterling Capital is currently leading a three-billion-dollar syndicated loan for a European tech acquisition. The Blackstone Financial Empire is providing forty percent of the capital. The contracts are in escrow, pending final signatures at 4:00 PM p>
I stared at the glowing red numbers on my terminal. “Pull it. All of it. Now p>
“It will trigger a catastrophic margin call, Kain. Their stock will crater p>
“Do it p>
Less than fifteen seconds later, the execution went live. I stood before the glass wall, watching the Bloomberg terminal out of the corner of my eye. The Sterling Capital ticker froze, then plummeted in a sheer, vertical cliff. Billions of dollars evaporated into thin air. I could practically hear the chaotic, terrified screaming on their trading floors. My Lycan let out a deep, rumbling purr of absolute satisfaction.
Ten minutes later, the private line on my mahogany desk began to ring.
I let it ring. I poured myself a glass of bourbon, savoring the pure, animalistic panic radiating through the phone line. On the eighth ring, I picked it up.
“Kain, please!” Victor Sterling’s voice cracked, thick with the sour stench of human terror. “The banks are calling in our loans! We’re bleeding out! I don’t understand what happened p>
“Your sister dared to wound my Queen,” I interrupted, my voice a flat, emotionless void that silenced his frantic begging.
𝘈𝗰𝘵𝘪𝘃𝖾 𝘤𝗈𝗆mun𝗂𝘁у 𝗈𝘯 𝗴𝘢𝘭nоvе𝘭𝘴.с𝗈𝗺
A choked gasp echoed from his end. He had suddenly realized this wasn’t a market correction — it was an execution.
“I want Isabelle Sterling on her knees before my Luna by sunrise tomorrow,” I commanded, delivering the final, merciless judgment of a Lycan King. “I want her to beg for forgiveness. If she doesn’t, I will not just erase the name ‘Sterling’ from Wall Street. I will erase it from the earth p>
I placed the receiver gently back onto the cradle, severing the connection. The war was over before they even knew they were bleeding.
Adelina Wolfe POV
At ten o’clock the next morning, the atmosphere in my penthouse office at The Wolfe Hotel was as cold and rigid as my posture. I sat behind the massive mahogany desk, staring blindly at the merger documents. My chest still ached from the freezing cold war with Kain the night before. I had slept in the guest room, and the absence of his ancient cedar scent had left me feeling hollow and on edge.
I expected a standard, albeit tense, follow-up meeting after Richard Davenport had supposedly handled his future daughter-in-law. I was entirely unprepared for the violent reality of a Lycan King’s unseen wrath.
The heavy double doors of my office didn’t just open — they burst apart.
Victor Sterling stumbled into the room, his designer suit rumpled and soaked through with cold sweat. The air was instantly choked by the sour, rancid stench of pure human terror. He wasn’t walking; he was practically dragging Isabelle by her upper arm.
“Victor, what is the meaning of this?” I demanded, rising to my feet. My dormant White Wolf rose to the surface, projecting a glacial, queenly calm that masked my utter confusion.