Chapter 139
Chapter 139:
“You’re treading on ground that will open up and swallow you whole, Davenport,” I whispered, my voice a lethal, gravelly vibration that made his champagne glass tremble. “And I will be the one to close it over your head p>
Jase’s face drained of color. His Inner Wolf whimpered and submitted instantly to the apex predator standing before him. He swallowed hard, took a clumsy step back, and disappeared into the crowd.
But the encounter only sharpened my paranoia. If Davenport was bold enough to taunt me in public, Adelina was a target.
I caught Fletcher’s eye across the room and jerked my chin toward the exit. My Beta was at my side instantly as we slipped into a quiet alcove near the terrace doors.
“Check on her detail,” I ordered, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. “Now p>
Fletcher closed his eyes and tapped into the Pack’s mind-link. Seconds ticked by. The silence stretched, pulling my nerves taut. When he finally opened his eyes, his expression was grim. He shook his head.
My stomach plummeted. I reached out through the link myself, searching for the mental signatures of the elite Blackstone Warriors I had assigned to guard her.
Nothing. Just cold, impenetrable static.
A dead link. In the entire history of the Blackstone Pack, a detail had never gone dark.
The beast beneath my skin clawed at my ribs, demanding blood. My eyes burned as they shifted to a glowing, predatory gold.
𝗧𝗁е b𝖾ѕ𝘵 𝗋e𝗏𝘪𝖾𝘸𝗌 𝘰n.с𝗼𝗺
“Lock down the city,” I growled, the command vibrating with absolute, terrifying authority. “Find her p>
Kain POV
The heavy glass doors of the balcony shut behind me, muting the suffocating chatter of the Gala. Below, the grid of New York City glittered like a sprawling web. My Lycan was clawing relentlessly at my ribs, the air around me thickening with the oppressive scent of ancient cedar and the sharp ozone of an impending storm.
Alpha, Fletcher’s voice echoed through the Pack link, tight with urgency. The detail found her. She wasn’t taken. She went back to the penthouse on her own.
A fraction of the ice in my veins thawed, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating fury. She was safe — but the fact that she had slipped away at all demanded a reckoning.
And Bryan Parrish? I asked, my mental voice a lethal blade.
He’s making a desperate bid for the Hudson Yards lot, Fletcher reported. Trying to save his empire from total bankruptcy. He’s offering a fifteen percent premium to close the deal.
I stared down at the city lights, my jaw clenched. “Buy it. Tonight. In cash. I care about the pain, not the price p>
Consider it done, Fletcher replied, severing the link.
I crushed the end of my cigar against the stone railing — a disgusting habit. I turned to leave, only to find Jase Davenport blocking the pathway. He reeked of sour, metallic jealousy, puffing out his chest in a pathetic attempt to project an Alpha’s innate authority.