Chapter 136
Chapter 136:
Pack your bags, little wolf, Kain’s deep, velvet voice echoed through the mind-link, carrying the intoxicating warmth of ancient cedar and crackling ozone. We leave for the Bahamas tomorrow morning. Three days on the Blackstone private island to prep for the Global Alpha Leadership Summit.
I stiffened in my father’s leather chair. A three-day trip? I have a hotel empire to run, Kain. Take Fletcher Banks. I’m sure he’d love the beach.
A low, vibrating growl of pure Lycan dominance rolled through the link, brushing aside my sarcasm entirely. You are my Luna. This is a mandatory public relations obligation. The jet is already fueled. He paused, the atmospheric pressure in my mind shifting into something dangerously heavy. Bring a swimsuit.
The link severed before I could argue. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Three days. Just the two of us, isolated on a tropical island. The velvet noose of his protection was tightening, and I was terrified of what would happen when we were entirely alone.
Before I could process the panic, the heavy mahogany doors burst open.
Vincent Parrish stood in the doorway, having clearly broken away from the Warriors escorting him out. He looked utterly ruined, but his eyes burned with a manic, spiteful glee.
“You think you’ve won?” Vincent spat, his voice trembling. “Carolyn is on her way, Adelina. You destroyed her family, her wealth, her entire life. She is absolutely furious, and you have no idea what kind of hell you’ve just unleashed p>
“Get him out of here,” I commanded coldly.
The Warriors grabbed Vincent by the arms and dragged him away as he laughed — a bitter, hollow sound that echoed down the corridor long after the door clicked shut.
The silence that followed was suffocating. I didn’t panic. I calmly opened the bottom drawer of my desk, reaching past the files until my fingers brushed cold metal. I pulled out my father’s silver-bladed letter opener, the heavy Wolfe family crest gleaming on the hilt.
𝖢𝗁𝘪ո𝗲se ոo𝘷еl𝘴 𝘵r𝖺𝗻𝘴𝘭𝖺te𝘥 o𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝗹ոоvеlѕ.𝖼𝗼𝗺
I placed the silver blade in the top drawer, right beneath my fingertips. If my mother wanted a war, the Queen was ready.
Adelina POV
My fingers were still hovering inches above the drawer concealing the silver-bladed dagger when the heavy mahogany doors of my office crashed open.
Harvey Hester, my usually composed assistant, stumbled in backward, desperately trying to block the incoming hurricane. “Ma’am, you can’t just barge in here p>
“Get your hands off me, you pathetic beta!” Carolyn Parrish shrieked, shoving Harvey aside.
My mother stormed into the room, her scent — a suffocating blend of faded florals and the sour, rotting stench of pure resentment — instantly polluting the air. I gave Harvey a curt nod, signaling him to step back. He retreated behind the glass wall, his eyes wide with alarm.
“You ungrateful, vicious Pack-wrecker!” Carolyn screamed, marching toward my desk. Her perfectly manicured hands were trembling with rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Mrs. Tate is at the club right now, laughing at us. You’ve made our family a complete joke in front of all of high society p>