Chapter 490
Chapter 490:
“Adelina, please,” Kain choked out, his golden eyes swimming with desperate, frantic panic. He took a step back, as if he couldn’t bear to taint me. “Whatever she told you — the Shadow Network, the silver chains — I had to. When my mother died, my mind fractured. I was losing myself to the Feral Madness. I built the cage around you because I was terrified. Please, don’t look at me like I’m a monster. Don’t leave me p>
He was drowning in his own self-hatred, convinced I had crossed the Atlantic to sever our souls.
I didn’t let him utter another agonizing syllable.
Channeling the absolute, glacial authority of my White Wolf bloodline, I surged forward. I grabbed the collar of his shirt in both fists and shoved his massive frame backward until his shoulders hit the cold bulletproof glass. I rose on my tiptoes and crashed my mouth against his, sealing his desperate apologies with a fierce, dominating kiss.
Kain froze, his breath catching in his throat.
I pulled back just enough to look directly into his trembling golden eyes and framed his sharp jaw with my hands, my thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.
“I know everything, Kain,” I whispered fiercely, my dormant wolf radiating absolute peace and maternal devotion. “I know about the madness. I know about the silver. And I do not care. I love you. I love the monster who would burn the world down just to keep me safe p>
He stared at me, completely paralyzed, unable to process the absolution I was offering.
Without breaking eye contact, I reached into my cashmere coat pocket and pulled out the folded laboratory report. With a steady hand, I pressed the crisp white paper flat against his left pectoral — right over the spot where the “A.W.” tattoo was permanently inked into his skin.
𝖯o𝗽𝗎l𝘢𝗋 𝘀𝘵𝘰r𝗂𝖾𝘴 о𝗻
“You are not a monster, Kain,” I said softly, my voice breaking with overwhelming joy. “You are going to be a father p>
Kain stopped breathing.
He looked down at the paper pressed against his chest. The bold black letters spelling POSITIVE blurred and sharpened in his vision. The impenetrable, centuries-old fortress of the Lycan King shattered into dust.
His knees buckled. The most dangerous predator on earth collapsed onto the thick Persian rug. He wrapped his massive arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him as he buried his face in my stomach. A raw, soul-shattering sob tore from his throat — the sound of absolute, triumphant joy washing away a decade of obsession, trauma, and fear.
I tangled my fingers in his dark hair and held him as he wept, our Mate-bond finally locking into flawless, eternal perfection.
Kain POV
Adelina slept soundly in the center of the massive bed, her breathing a soft, steady rhythm that anchored my fractured soul. The pure, sweet scent of her wild roses filled the Presidential Suite, soothing the centuries of trauma that had once threatened to drag me into Feral Madness.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the dark, freezing waters of Lake Geneva. My Lycan Inner Wolf wasn’t just at peace — he was vibrating with an unprecedented, explosive pride. My Queen was carrying our heir. A pup with the ancient blood of a Lycan King and a White Wolf.