Chapter 495
Chapter 495:
Through the heavy wooden door of the cardiovascular ICU, I could hear the frantic, erratic beeping of a heart monitor. Jase Davenport had just regained consciousness, and he was already shouting weakly, refusing to see his father.
A trembling human nurse approached the door, her voice shaking as she spoke into the intercom. “Mr. Davenport? There is a close friend here to see you. He brought the press p>
The heart monitor inside instantly spiked into a shrill, panicked staccato. Jase knew exactly who was standing outside.
Before he could gasp for security, I pushed the heavy door open. A blinding frenzy of camera flashes erupted from the hallway behind me, capturing the pathetic, broken Alpha in his hospital bed. I stepped inside and firmly pulled the door shut, the deadbolt clicking into place with absolute finality and severing out the noise.
I towered over the narrow hospital bed, my massive frame casting a long, dark shadow over Jase’s pale, sweating face. His bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto the small, royal blue gift bag dangling from my scarred fingers. His shattered Alpha Inner Wolf let out a pathetic, suffocating whimper in the cage of his mind.
“Hello, Jase,” I murmured, my voice a smooth, lethal vibration that commanded the silent room.
Adelina Wolfe POV
I sat on the plush velvet sofa in the Penthouse Den, my hand resting protectively over my flat stomach. Miles away, my King was executing a ghost.
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the cushions as Kain opened a rare, one-way Sensory Mind-Link. The quiet hum of the air purifier in our sanctuary vanished, instantly replaced by the sterile, sharp stench of antiseptic and the rhythmic, frantic beeping of a heart monitor.
Through Kain’s eyes, I looked down at the hospital bed.
Jase Davenport was a pathetic, hollowed-out shell of the arrogant Alpha who had once thrown me away. He was hooked to a ventilator, his skin a sickly, ashen gray. His broken Alpha Inner Wolf trembled so violently I could feel his terror bleeding through the link, completely crushed beneath the suffocating, invisible weight of Kain’s Lycan aura.
𝘔о𝘳𝘦 𝗇ove𝗹𝘀 𝘰n ѕ.𝖼𝗈𝘮
Kain didn’t draw a weapon. Instead, his scarred fingers reached into the royal blue gift bag and withdrew a heavy, leather-bound book detailing the ancient lineage of the White Wolf and Lycan bloodlines. On top of it, he placed a custom-made baby rattle crafted from solid platinum, encrusted with crushed diamonds and engraved with the Blackstone crest.
With a cold, deliberate motion, Kain dropped them directly onto Jase’s weak chest.
“She is carrying my heir, Jase,” Kain whispered, his voice a dark, venomous rumble vibrating with absolute, possessive triumph. “A pup with the ancient blood of a Lycan King and a White Wolf. A dynasty you could never give her p>
Jase’s bloodshot eyes bulged. He tried to thrash, to reject the physical proof of his ultimate failure, but his ruined body refused to obey.
“You thought you could break her,” Kain continued, leaning closer until his golden eyes filled my shared vision. “But you were nothing more than a pathetic footnote in her eternal life. She doesn’t even pity you. You are already forgotten p>