Chapter 129
Chapter 129:
“A delivery for you, Luna,” Harvey panted, gesturing helplessly at the massive arrangements. “We’re moving the bulk of them up to your Alpha office, but there are simply too many p>
He handed me a thick black velvet envelope. My fingers trembled slightly as I drew out the heavy cream cardstock. There was no poetic declaration, no corporate signature — just a single, sharp word written in Kain’s unmistakable handwriting:
Mine.
My breath hitched. A violent, electric thrill shot straight to my core, making my dormant wild rose scent flare. It was a raw, undeniable public claim. But the cold, rational part of my brain — the part that had survived Jase’s cruelty and my mother’s manipulation — immediately slammed the brakes.
It’s a PR stunt, I told myself, crushing the card in my hand. He’s showing the allied Packs that our alliance is unbreakable after the Vincent scandal. It’s just a performance.
I closed my eyes and pushed my voice through the fragile, newly formed bond connecting us.
You couldn’t have been more subtle? I mind-linked him, trying to keep my tone exasperated. The entire lobby is staring.
The response was instantaneous. A thick, intoxicating wave of ancient cedar and crackling ozone flooded my mind, carrying the heavy, vibrating rumble of his voice.
I do not do things quietly, little wolf, Kain replied, the sheer dominance in his tone sending a shiver down my spine. I do them the Blackstone way.
𝗤𝘂𝘢l𝗂𝗍у 𝘁𝗿aոs𝗅а𝘵𝗂𝗼ո𝘀 𝗈𝗇
I severed the link, my cheeks burning. I couldn’t deal with his overwhelming gravity today. I needed a safe space, completely free of his intoxicating influence. Pulling out my phone, I opened my messages and typed a quick text to Jaxon to confirm our Saturday plans at the LEGO store.
Can’t wait, little warrior. No uncles allowed.
I hit send, desperate to carve out a tiny piece of my life that belonged only to me.
Kain POV
The rich scent of roasted coffee in the Apex Office of Blackstone Tower did nothing to soothe the agitated pacing of my Inner Wolf.
I sat behind my massive obsidian desk, half-listening as Fletcher Banks outlined the logistics of a European acquisition. My eyes, however, were locked on the encrypted tablet resting near my hand — the one that mirrored Adelina’s phone, a security measure I had installed the moment she signed the contract.
The screen lit up with her outgoing text to Jaxon.
Can’t wait, little warrior. No uncles allowed.
A dark, bloodthirsty growl ripped from my throat, vibrating the heavy glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. My Inner Wolf thrashed violently against my ribs. Mate rejects us. Mate hides the pup from us. She was deliberately building a fortress to keep me out, terrified of the very bond that was meant to save her.
Fletcher stopped mid-sentence. He lowered his financial report, his citrus scent spiking with caution as he took in my pitch-black eyes and elongated claws.
“She’s pushing back, Alpha,” Fletcher said quietly, leaning back in his chair. “You overwhelmed her with the Moonpetals. She just needs some space to breathe. Let her have her Saturday with Jaxon p>