Chapter 484
Chapter 484:
“Armchair psychoanalysis from a failed, delusional human,” I sneered, my tone dripping with aristocratic disdain. “You broke your medical oath because you couldn’t handle the fact that a Lycan King found you utterly repulsive p>
Without breaking eye contact, I pressed the panic button in my pocket.
Less than thirty seconds later, the shadows blurred. Two massive Blackstone Warriors materialized like ghosts from the tree line, tackling Chloe to the damp earth. She screamed, her manic delusion shattering as they pinned her arms behind her back.
“Get this criminal off my Pack’s land,” I ordered coldly.
As they dragged her thrashing body away along the path, I stood alone beneath the freezing shade of the pines. My outward shield was flawless, but inside, a violent storm of terror and heartbreak raged as I stared toward New York, reeling from the bleeding wounds of my King.
Adelina Wolfe POV
I took exactly five steps away from the struggling human before I stopped. The damp pine needles silenced my boots, but the roaring in my ears was deafening.
I turned back. Chloe was pinned to the muddy earth by two massive Warriors, her manic eyes desperately searching my face for a single crack, a single tear to validate her twisted savior complex.
I gave her nothing. I walked back, my dormant White Wolf projecting an aura of absolute, glacial ice, and looked down at her.
𝘜p𝘥𝗮𝘵еs e𝗏е𝗋у 𝘄𝗲ek оn
“You broke your medical oath for a delusion,” I said, my voice devoid of any warmth. “You thought you could control a Lycan King with pills and lies. But Kain’s Inner Wolf never even saw you as prey, Chloe. To him, you were never a woman. You were just a disgusting insect buzzing around his agony p>
Chloe gasped, her face draining of color.
I leaned down, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “If you ever breathe near my Pack again, I won’t bother with the authorities. I will let my husband’s Shadow Network erase you so completely that even your ghost won’t remain p>
Her false superiority shattered. She collapsed against the wet dirt, letting out a raw, agonizing wail of pure despair. I didn’t look back as I walked to the edge of the path, where the black armored Maybach waited.
The heavy, bulletproof door sealed shut behind me, plunging the cabin into silence. Henri put the car in gear, and we began the descent down the winding mountain road.
The moment the adrenaline evaporated, the horrific images Chloe had painted violently hijacked my mind. Feral Madness. Chained to a stone floor with lethal silver. Tearing at his own flesh. My invincible Lycan King, drowning in an abyss of spiritual suicide.
The full weight of his profound, agonizing trauma struck me like a physical blow. Black spots danced across my vision. A high-pitched ringing pierced my ears, and a sudden, violent wave of nausea clawed up my throat.
I clamped a hand over my mouth, letting out a harsh, choking dry heave. My wild roses and storm scent instantly soured, flooding the cabin with the sharp stench of absolute distress.