Chapter 131
Chapter 131:
Jase’s smirk widened into a cruel display of teeth. He reached out, his large hand aiming directly for my arm.
Before his fingers could graze my sleeve, a vicious, guttural snarl erupted in the small space.
It didn’t come from me.
Jaxon darted out from behind my legs. The seven-year-old pup moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed born of his pure Lycan bloodline. He lunged forward, grabbed Jase’s outstretched forearm, and sank his teeth directly into Jase’s wrist with bone-crushing force.
𝗔d𝗱i𝖼𝗍𝗶𝘃𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝘦ls 𝗼n
“Don’t touch our Luna!” Jaxon roared, his voice muffled by the fabric of Jase’s suit but vibrating with fierce, protective fury.
Jase let out a high-pitched scream of pain and shock. He stumbled backward, frantically trying to shake the furious pup off his arm. “Get this little savage off me p>
Ding.
The elevator jolted to a halt, and the metal doors slid open to the parking garage.
Standing directly in front of the open doors was a man in a faded denim jacket and a baseball cap. He looked like an ordinary human shopper, but his posture was rigid and his scent was unmistakable — pure, disciplined steel and absolute Pack loyalty. A top-tier Blackstone Warrior.
The Warrior didn’t glance at Jase’s bleeding wrist. His calm, deadly eyes locked onto me, and he offered a slight, respectful bow.
“Luna, is there a problem?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with a lethal undertone.
Jase froze. Every trace of color drained from his face. His Alpha arrogance shattered as he stared at the Warrior and finally grasped the terrifying truth: Kain Blackwell hadn’t just given me a watch. He had wrapped me in an invisible, impenetrable fortress.
I placed my hands gently on Jaxon’s shoulders, easing the fiercely growling pup away from Jase.
“No problem at all,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Jase’s pale, humiliated face. “We were just leaving p>
I guided Jaxon out of the elevator, offering the undercover Warrior a quiet nod of thanks as we passed. Behind us, Jase was left alone in the metal box, clutching his bleeding wrist, utterly ruined by a child and the shadow of a King.
As I buckled Jaxon into the back of my waiting town car, my heart hammered a complex rhythm against my ribs. I was safe. But as I watched the Warrior melt seamlessly into the shadows of the garage, a cold, suffocating realization settled over me.
No uncles allowed, I had texted Kain.
He had ignored my boundary entirely — shadowed me, tracked me, and stationed guards around me without my consent. Jase’s venomous words echoed in my mind: You’re just a pet. The protection was absolute, but the control was beginning to feel like a velvet noose. I needed to reclaim my own territory before I lost myself entirely to the Blackstone Empire. And that reclamation would begin first thing Monday morning, when I finally purged the last of Sloane Prescott’s influence from my Pack.