Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
I didn’t let her finish. I turned on my heel and walked straight to the kitchen. My movements were mechanical, tightly controlled to keep my hands from shaking with the need to kill. I pulled fresh ice from the freezer and wrapped it meticulously in a black silk handkerchief.
When I returned, she had curled into a tighter ball, bracing for my anger to be directed at her. Instead, I sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, my massive frame dwarfing her, and gently pressed the cool silk against her swollen cheek.
She gasped at the contact, her wide eyes searching my face. “It’s just a family disagreement, Kain,” she pleaded softly, terrified of the storm brewing in my gaze. “Please don’t make it a bigger deal. I don’t want to cause trouble p>
I stopped her words by brushing my thumb lightly against her jawline, just below the bruise. The contrast between my lethal strength and the fragility of her skin was a stark reminder of everything I needed to protect.
“You are mine, Adelina,” I said, my voice a low, deadly rumble that left no room for argument. “That makes this mark on your face my mark. An attack on you is a declaration of war against me. And I have not lost a war in a thousand years p>
оr𝘨𝗮𝘯іz𝗲 𝗒𝗈𝘂𝗿 𝗹i𝖻rаr𝗒 oո.с𝗼𝘮
Her breath hitched. The words struck her like a physical blow, shattering the illusion that we were bound only by a simple Mating Contract. For the first time, she was staring directly into the raw, unfiltered possessiveness of a Lycan King. I watched the tension slowly drain from her shoulders as a strange, suffocating sense of safety washed over her. She leaned into my hand and closed her eyes as exhaustion finally claimed her.
I stayed until her breathing evened out. Once she was deeply asleep, I rose and walked toward the study.
The heavy oak door clicked shut behind me. The dimly lit room offered a panoramic view of the glittering Manhattan skyline — a sprawling empire waiting for my command. I didn’t bother picking up a phone. I reached out through the private Pack mind-link, my mental voice slicing through the ether.
Fletcher.
Alpha, my Beta responded instantly.
The attack on Bryan Parrish’s assets is no longer enough, I commanded, my tone stripped of all mercy. I don’t just want him bankrupt. I want him stripped of his Pack, his name, everything. Find every dirty secret, every illegal transaction. I want the human authorities and the Pack Council to tear him apart simultaneously.
There was a brief pause as Fletcher absorbed the sheer magnitude of the order. Consider it done. And his Mate?
As for his Mate, Carolyn — I stared at my own reflection in the glass, my eyes flashing the glowing, unnatural gold of my beast — ensure she becomes a Rogue, with nothing but the clothes on her back. I want them to wake up in ashes.
Initiating the protocol now, Alpha, Fletcher replied, severing the link.