Chapter 11
Chapter 11:
Adelina POV
The massive wrought-iron gates of Wolfe Manor loomed ahead, the Crescent Moon crest of my ancestors standing stark against the gray morning sky. I pulled my rented sedan up to the security booth. A young Warrior I didn’t recognize stepped out, his ill-fitting uniform marking him as a recent Parrish hire. He crossed his arms, his scent spiking with arrogant dismissal.
“Private property,” he barked. “Turn around p>
I didn’t argue. I rolled down the window and handed him a crisp, heavy-stock document. “This is the deed to Wolfe Manor, notarized by the legal division of the Blackstone Financial Empire. I am Adelina Wolfe, the legal owner of this estate p>
Dі𝘴𝖼o𝘃е𝗋 n𝖾𝗐 ѕt𝗈𝘳𝗂e𝗌 𝗼n
The Warrior glanced at the paper, ready to sneer, but his eyes caught the embossed Blackstone seal. The arrogance drained from his face instantly, replaced by stark, primal terror. His Inner Wolf shrank back, sensing the phantom weight of an apex predator.
“If you don’t open those gates in three seconds,” I said, my voice dead calm, “my Mate’s legal team will drag you and the Parrish family before the Pack Council for obstructing an Alpha heir. Open it p>
He swallowed hard and scrambled back to the booth. The heavy iron gates groaned open. I drove through, feeling the first true spark of authority ignite in my chest.
I parked and pushed open the heavy oak front doors. The grand foyer smelled of old wood and beeswax, but beneath it, a sickening stench assaulted my senses.
Mrs. Gable, the estate’s elderly housekeeper, rushed into the hall, her face pale. “Ms. Wolfe! You shouldn’t be here. Your mother p>
“Where is she?” I demanded, though I already knew.
The scent was unmistakable. Kira’s cloying, sickly-sweet perfume mixed with the aggressive, metallic ozone of Jase’s cologne. It slithered down the grand marble staircase, a toxic cloud originating directly from the east wing. From my childhood bedroom. My den.
“Please, Adelina, don’t go up there,” Mrs. Gable pleaded, her hands trembling. “Kira and Alpha Davenport arrived late last night p>
The confirmation didn’t break me—it forged my spine into steel. They hadn’t just stolen my home; they were intentionally desecrating my most sacred, private space to assert their dominance. I bypassed Mrs. Gable without another word, my footsteps silent on the carpeted stairs.
I reached the door with the faded rose wallpaper and shoved it open.
Jase and Kira were tangled in my childhood bed, the pale pink duvet kicked to the floor. They froze. For a split second, shock registered on Jase’s face before it was quickly replaced by a cruel, arrogant smirk. He leaned back against my headboard, completely unashamed.
“Look who came crawling back,” Jase mocked, his voice dripping with Alpha condescension. “Miss me already, Omega p>
Kira let out a breathless giggle, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest. “You really should learn to knock, Adelina. It’s pathetic p>