Chapter 130
Chapter 130:
I clenched my jaw and forced my fangs to retract. Fletcher was right. If I suffocated her, she would only retreat further behind her walls. I had to let her believe she was maintaining her boundaries.
“Fine,” I rasped, the word tasting like ash. “She can have her space p>
But giving her space did not mean leaving what was mine unprotected. Jase Davenport was still breathing, and his bruised ego made him dangerously unpredictable.
I closed my eyes, bypassed Fletcher entirely, and opened a highly encrypted private mind-link directly to the commander of my elite personal guard.
Two of you, I commanded, my mental voice a lethal, absolute decree. Shadow detail on my Luna and my nephew this Saturday. Unseen. Unheard. Lethal force authorized if they are threatened.
Adelina POV
The Saturday morning crowd at the Manhattan mall was a chaotic, welcome distraction. For a few hours, I wasn’t a contracted Luna navigating Pack politics, and I wasn’t suffocating under the heavy, cedar-scented gravity of Kain’s penthouse. I was just an aunt treating her nephew.
Jaxon swung a massive yellow LEGO shopping bag back and forth, his bright eyes shining behind his glasses. His scent — a pure, innocent blend of milk and fresh-cut grass — was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.
“I’m going to build the trapdoors first,” Jaxon announced proudly as we stepped into the empty glass elevator at the end of the concourse.
“Just make sure you don’t trap Mrs. Higgins in the den,” I smiled, pressing the button for the parking garage.
The metal doors were sliding shut when a polished dress shoe wedged itself between them.
𝖳𝘩𝗲 𝖻𝘦𝘀𝘁 r𝖾𝘃𝗂𝘦𝘸𝘀 on
The doors jerked open with a mechanical groan. The ambient smell of cinnamon pretzels and human perfume was instantly obliterated by a harsh, aggressive wave of metallic ozone — sour, laced with a bitter, rotting frustration.
Jase Davenport stepped into the confined metal box.
My blood ran cold. The elevator doors clicked shut behind him, trapping us in the small space. His tailored suit looked immaculate, but his eyes were bloodshot, burning with a toxic mix of jealousy and wounded Alpha pride. He had been tracking me.
I instinctively pulled Jaxon behind my legs, my dormant wild rose scent flaring with sharp, defensive panic. “Get out, Jase p>
He ignored my command. He took a slow step forward, invading my personal space, forcing me back against the mirrored wall. The sheer arrogance radiating from his Inner Wolf was suffocating.
“Playing the happy Luna?” Jase sneered, his voice dropping to a malicious, mocking whisper. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the heavy platinum watch Kain had given me. “You can’t fool me, Adelina. He’ll never truly want a wolfless Omega. You’re just a pet p>
The words sliced through the air, echoing the exact, terrifying doubts that kept me awake at night. He wanted me to feel small. He wanted me to believe I had simply traded one cage for a gilded one.
“Back off,” I warned, my voice trembling slightly but laced with as much Luna authority as I could summon.