Chapter 487
Chapter 487:
“Blake,” I said, my voice shedding its fragile tremor and adopting the absolute, glacial authority of a Luna. “Find him. I need to know exactly where my husband is right now p>
Blake froze, her eyes widening in pure horror. “Addie, no. You know the Pack laws. Tracking the Alpha King without his consent is literal treason. If Kain catches me probing his Shadow Network p>
“I am not asking, Blake,” I interrupted. I sat up straighter against the crisp hospital pillows. Even without an active Inner Wolf, the ancient, dormant White Wolf blood in my veins flared, projecting a heavy, undeniable aura of command that filled the small room and suffocated her protests. “Contact Fletcher Banks’s deputy. Use the clearance code Kain gave me for absolute emergencies. Protocol Obsidian: Luna Override p>
Blake swallowed hard. Her Inner Wolf, terrified of the Lycan King’s wrath, instinctively bowed to the immediate, crushing weight of her Luna’s decree. She didn’t dare argue again. Trembling, she retreated to the corner of the room, closed her eyes, and opened a secure Mind-Link.
The seconds ticked by like hours. The faint smell of antiseptic mixed with the sharp, sour tang of Blake’s anxiety.
𝖲а𝗏e 𝘺o𝘶𝗋 𝗳а𝘃o𝗿i𝘁е 𝘯o𝗏𝖾ls 𝘰n ga𝗹nо𝘃е𝗅ѕ.𝘤𝗼m
Finally, her eyes snapped open. She looked pale, her breathing shallow. “He’s not in New York, Addie. Two hours ago, Kain boarded a private jet. He flew to Switzerland. He is hosting an emergency European board meeting for the Blackstone Financial Empire at the Four Seasons Hotel in Geneva p>
Geneva. An ocean away.
The distance felt like a physical chasm, but my resolve only hardened. I couldn’t let him spend another night drowning in the suffocating terror of his own mind, believing his legacy was dead.
I threw the thin hospital blanket off my legs. Without a second thought, I ripped the medical tape from my arm and yanked the IV needle straight out of my vein.
“Addie, what the hell are you doing?!” Blake shrieked, lunging forward.
A bead of dark blood welled up on my skin. I snatched a sterile gauze pad from the bedside tray and pressed it hard against the puncture wound, ignoring the sharp sting. I grabbed my heavy cashmere coat from the back of the chair, my wild roses scent blooming with a fierce, maternal warmth that refused to be extinguished.
“Call the Blackstone aviation department,” I commanded, my voice ringing with absolute, unyielding finality. “I want the G650 fueled and ready for takeoff at Teterboro in ninety minutes p>
Blake grabbed my arm, her fingers digging desperately into my cashmere coat. “Are you insane? You just collapsed! You are a wolfless human carrying a dominant Lycan pup. Your body is already cannibalizing its own energy just to sustain the pregnancy. A seven-hour transatlantic flight could kill you. It could kill the pup p>
I looked down at her trembling hand, then up into her terrified eyes. The fear of the journey was nothing compared to the fear of leaving my Mate in the dark.
“I am his Queen, Blake,” I whispered fiercely, stepping toward the heavy soundproof door. “And I am going to bring my King his heir p>