Chapter 466
Chapter 466:
She shifted, looking up at me with a soft, radiant smile that completely defied the trauma we had just survived.
“Kain,” she whispered over the roar of the engine. “Before the crash — I was trying to tell you my surprise p>
My chest tightened. “Adelina, whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. You’re alive p>
“It matters,” she insisted. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small plastic stick, its white casing smudged with soot. She placed it in my trembling palm.
Two pink lines.
“I’m pregnant,” she said softly.
My mind went blank. The agonizing silence of the severed bond, the terror, the smell of smoke — all of it vanished, washed away by a tidal wave of earth-shattering joy. My Lycan didn’t roar in pain; he howled in absolute, triumphant victory. I pulled her into my arms and buried my face in her neck as the reality of our dynasty’s dawn settled over us.
𝖣o𝘄𝗻𝗹oa𝖽а𝖻𝗅e P𝖣F𝗌 𝗼𝗻 𝘨alո𝘰𝗏еl𝘴.c𝗈𝗺
Adelina Wolfe POV
The deafening roar of the Sikorsky S-76’s rotors was entirely drowned out by the frantic, powerful thud of Kain’s heart against my cheek. I was crushed against his massive chest, wrapped securely in his heavy cashmere coat. The cabin air was saturated with his ancient cedar scent, thick with a dizzying, protective euphoria. We had survived Jase’s suicidal ambush, and I was carrying our future.
But the Lycan King took no chances.
The moment the helicopter’s skids hit the freezing concrete of the Blackstone Tower helipad, the door was thrown open. Dr. Evans was already waiting in the biting wind, his medical bag gripped tightly in his hand. Kain didn’t let me walk. He carried me straight into the warmth of the Penthouse Den and gently set me down on the plush velvet sofa.
The sharp sting of the needle drawing my blood was nothing compared to the agonizing twenty-minute wait that followed.
When Dr. Evans finally emerged from the adjacent study, his face was a mask of professional, devastating sympathy.
“I am so sorry, my King. Luna,” Dr. Evans murmured, his eyes dropping to the floor. “Your hCG levels are negligible. You are not pregnant p>
The words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs.
“The at-home test was a false positive,” the Pack Doctor explained gently. “It is a rare phenomenon known as a ghost pregnancy. The massive, violent hormonal fluctuations caused by the rapid cementing of your Mate-bond tricked your body into mimicking the early stages of carrying a pup p>
The radiant Soul’s Peace that had anchored me for the past hour shattered into a million jagged pieces. I wasn’t a Queen carrying a royal heir. I was just a broken, wolfless Omega whose body couldn’t even function properly. The heavy silence in the room was suffocating. Dr. Evans bowed respectfully and slipped out the front door, leaving us in the ruins of our joy.