Chapter 105
Chapter 105:
Blake scoffed, crossing her arms. “If he just needed a compliant Luna to act as a cover, why pick you? Why choose a wolfless Omega who comes with the baggage of my psychotic cousin p>
I gripped the edge of the table, doubling down on the lie that was currently keeping my fragile heart from shattering. “Because I’m safe. I won’t demand a real Marking. Kain and Fletcher have been inseparable since college. This arrangement protects his secret from the archaic Lycan Elders. It’s a transaction p>
Blake stared at me for a long moment, her scent shifting from skeptical to fiercely protective. She sighed, leaning back in the booth. “Fine. I’ll drop it. But if that Lycan hurts you — King or not — I’ll make him bleed p>
I offered her a small, grateful smile, then signaled the waiter. Pulling the heavy matte-black Centurion card from my purse, I dropped it onto the leather billfold. The metallic clink against the table was a harsh, grounding reminder.
“He won’t hurt me,” I murmured, staring at the Blackstone wealth resting in my hand. “It’s just business p>
Kain POV
The scent of fresh citrus and roasted coffee filled the apex office of Blackstone Tower, but it did nothing to soothe the agitated pacing of my Inner Wolf.
I tossed the encrypted tablet onto the massive obsidian desk. The screen glared up at us, displaying the grainy, deeply suggestive photo from The Howl gossip blog — me and my Beta, standing uncomfortably close together.
Dо𝘄𝗇lo𝗮𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝗲 р𝗗𝘍ѕ 𝗼𝗇
“She actually thinks we’re sleeping together?” Fletcher choked on his cream cheese bagel, bursting into a fit of laughter from the guest chair. “Me? And you? Goddess, Kain, I’m flattered, but you are absolutely not my type p>
I didn’t smile. I turned to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the sprawling Manhattan skyline.
“It’s not a joke, Fletcher,” I rumbled, my voice heavy with a centuries-old exhaustion. “Davenport broke her. He made her believe she’s a defective, wolfless asset — unworthy of a true mate. She’s using this ridiculous rumor as a wall because she’s terrified of hoping for something more p>
Fletcher sobered instantly, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He sat forward, his velvet blazer shifting. “So what’s the play? Are you just going to tell her the truth p>
“If I corner her with a confession now, she’ll run,” I said, turning back to the desk. I picked up a thick leather-bound dossier embossed with the Blackstone crest. “She faces the remnants of the Parrish loyalists tomorrow. She needs absolute power right now — not a love confession p>
I tossed the dossier across the desk. Fletcher caught it, his eyes scanning the cover.
“The Global Alpha Leadership Summit,” he read aloud, his eyebrows shooting up. “Fifty million dollars. You’re giving The Wolfe Hotel Group the exclusive hosting rights p>
“You are,” I corrected him, my storm-gray eyes darkening with absolute resolve. “You’re going to her office this afternoon. Apologize for the inconvenience the gossip blog caused her, and give her this contract p>
Fletcher let out a low whistle. “You’re sending her supposed husband’s lover to hand her a fifty-million-dollar peace offering? That’s going to mess with her head, Alpha p>