Chapter 488
Chapter 488:
Adelina Wolfe POV
The biting wind of New Jersey howled against the reinforced glass of the armored Maybach, but inside the cabin the tension was thick enough to choke on. We were parked on the freezing tarmac of Teterboro Airport, just yards away from the idling Gulfstream G650ER bearing the Blackstone crest.
“Your blood pressure is stable, but this is highly unorthodox, Mrs. Blackwell,” Dr. Harper murmured, carefully securing a new bandage over the puncture wound on my arm. She handed me a small plastic cup containing two pills. “These will suppress the nausea and help stabilize the pregnancy during the altitude changes p>
Beside me, Blake was practically vibrating. The sharp, sour tang of her anxiety flooded the confined space, her Inner Wolf whining and pacing in extreme distress. “Addie, you can still turn back. A seven-hour flight — your body is already exhausted p>
S𝗵𝗮𝘳𝖾 yо𝗎r 𝘧𝗮𝘷𝘰𝗋i𝗍𝖾s 𝘧𝗋𝗈𝘮
“I’m going, Blake,” I said, swallowing the pills with a sip of water.
My hand slipped into my coat pocket, fingers closing tightly around the folded lab report. Positive. I was carrying a Lycan heir.
As we waited for the final pre-flight clearance, my mind relentlessly replayed Dr. Chloe Monroe’s venomous words. Feral Madness. Chained to a stone floor with lethal silver. Tearing at his own flesh. Chloe had weaponized Kain’s darkest trauma, hoping the horrific image of a broken, psychotic beast would send me running.
She was completely wrong.
The revelation hadn’t bred fear — it had bred a profound, shattering clarity. Kain’s suffocating control, his deployment of the Shadow Network, the golden cage he had built around me — none of it was born from a cold-blooded monster’s tyranny. It was the desperate, frantic fortress of a tragic hero terrified of losing his anchor. He had endured centuries of spiritual agony and was willing to burn the world down just to keep his Mate safe.
My dormant White Wolf didn’t cower. She pulsed with a fierce, protective maternal warmth that radiated through my veins. I wasn’t running away from his darkness. I was flying directly into it, armed with a miracle that would finally heal his fractured soul.
“Clearance granted, Luna,” the driver announced through the partition.
I stepped out of the Maybach and boarded the jet.
The seven-hour transatlantic flight was a blur of turbulent clouds and quiet, iron-clad resolve. By the time the motorcade’s tires kissed the pristine pavement outside the Four Seasons Hotel at the edge of Lake Geneva, the European sun had already set, casting long, elegant shadows over the water.
I stepped out of the vehicle, pulling my cashmere coat tight against the crisp Swiss air.
The gilded lobby was a monument to human wealth, bustling with diplomats and billionaires. But hidden in plain sight among the elite were the wolves. The moment I crossed the threshold, the Blackstone security detail stationed in the shadows reacted. Massive men in tailored suits stiffened, their hands instinctively dropping toward their concealed weapons at the sight of an unannounced arrival.
Then the crisp air shifted. My unique scent of wild roses and storm reached them.
Their Inner Wolves recognized their Luna instantly.