Chapter 140
Chapter 140:
My Lycan snarled at the sheer audacity. I didn’t break my stride. As I brushed past his shoulder, I let the ancient, suffocating weight of my aura slam into him and dropped my voice to a gravelly whisper meant only for his ears.
“You should quit that, Davenport. It’ll stunt your growth p>
His Inner Wolf whimpered, cowering instantly under my absolute dominance as I left him trembling in my wake.
The private elevator doors slid open to the penthouse. The moment I stepped into the living room, my heightened senses were assaulted. The delicate scent of wild roses was there, but it was tainted — laced with the bitter, sharp tang of fear and pain.
She was curled on the velvet sofa, entirely swallowed by a thick cashmere blanket.
“I’m asleep, Kain,” came her muffled voice from beneath the fabric, trembling slightly. “I have a terrible migraine. Please, just leave me be p>
A low growl rumbled in my chest. I stepped closer, scanning the room. It was a lie. I could see the edge of her tailored work skirt peeking out from the folds of the blanket. On the rug, just inches from the sofa, a small puddle of water was soaking into the fibers — the unmistakable remnants of a melting ice pack.
𝘈𝗰𝘁𝗂𝘷e 𝗰𝗈𝗺𝗆𝘶𝗇і𝘁𝘺 𝗈𝗇 ѕ.𝖼o𝗺
Why was she hiding? What was she so terrified of me seeing?
My patience, already frayed to the breaking point by the night’s events, snapped entirely. I closed the distance in two long strides and stopped beside the sofa, my large hand gripping the edge of the cashmere blanket.
I let the absolute, undeniable weight of my Alpha’s Command bleed into my voice.
“Look at me p>
Kain POV
The absolute weight of my Alpha’s Command left her no choice. Adelina flinched, her slender fingers trembling as she slowly lowered the cashmere blanket.
The breath stalled in my lungs.
There, stark against her pale, flawless skin, was a swelling, purpling handprint. The violent mark covered the entire left side of her face. Beneath the sharp tang of her fear and the sweet scent of wild roses, another odor reached my senses — the sour, rotting-citrus stench of Carolyn Parrish, clinging to Adelina’s skin like a sickening signature.
My Lycan slammed against my ribs, his claws tearing at my consciousness, his roar vibrating through my very bones. WHO?! WHO DARED TOUCH WHAT IS OURS p>
The urge to shift — to tear the roof off this penthouse and level the entire city until I found the one responsible — was blinding. But I forced the beast to heel. I swallowed the explosive rage and transmuted it into a lethal, icy calm.
“Who did this?” I asked, my voice dropping to a terrifyingly quiet register.
Adelina’s lower lip quivered. The lie died in her throat under the weight of my aura. “My mother,” she whispered, a tear finally spilling over her bruised cheek. “She was angry about Vincent. Kain, please — it’s nothing p>