Chapter 142
Chapter 142:
I stood in the silence of the study, looking out over the city. In the next room, Adelina slept peacefully, entirely unaware of the brutal extent of my retribution. She thought she had found a shield — completely oblivious to the fact that I was already erasing her entire bloodline from existence to ensure she would never have to flinch again.
Bryan POV
Monday morning brought the illusion of salvation. I sat behind my heavy mahogany desk, the Hudson Yards land contract spread out before me. This deal was the lifeline my crumbling empire desperately needed. I uncapped my Montblanc pen, a smug smile touching my lips.
Before the nib could graze the paper, my cell phone buzzed frantically.
“Alpha,” my realtor’s voice crackled through the speaker, tight with panic. “The land — it’s gone. The seller backed out p>
Rе𝖺𝗱 𝗳𝗋𝗼m 𝘆𝘰𝘶𝗿 𝘱𝗁𝗼ոe on
My smile vanished. “What are you talking about? We had an agreement p>
“A shell company bought it out from under us late Sunday night,” he stammered. “Paid twenty percent over our asking price. In pure cash p>
“Who?” I snarled, my Inner Wolf pacing restlessly at the sudden spike in my heart rate.
“A subsidiary of Blackstone Financial p>
The pen slipped from my fingers. It struck the desk with a sharp clatter, black ink bleeding into the cuff of my custom shirt like a dark, spreading bruise. Deep in my chest, my Inner Wolf let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. Blackstone. Kain Blackwell.
Before I could even process the blow, the office line rang. It was the Pack bank manager.
“Alpha Parrish, I’m calling to inform you that all Parrish Holdings credit lines are frozen indefinitely. We received anonymous reports of severe asset instability p>
“You can’t do that!” I roared, but the line was already dead.
Panic — cold and sharp — flooded my veins. I closed my eyes and reached out through the Pack mind-link to my strongest ally. Jase. I need a favor.
Nothing. Just the deafening, dead static of a severed connection. I was being blocked.
Then a weak, frantic voice pierced the silence in my head. It was my brother Vincent, his mental voice fraying as though fighting through a heavy jammer. You fool! What did Carolyn do to the girl?! Kain Blackwell knows! He knows she was touched!
The link shattered into silence.
My blood ran ice-cold. The gala. Carolyn’s temper. The slap she had given that worthless, wolfless Omega stepdaughter. My stomach heaved as the pieces violently snapped together. I wasn’t just losing a business deal — I was facing the wrath of the Lycan King.
I didn’t think. I just ran.
The lobby of Blackstone Tower was a sprawling, icy temple of polished marble that perfectly reflected my pale, terrified face. The moment the heavy glass doors parted, I was hit by a suffocating wall of scent — ancient cedar and pure, unadulterated power. Kain Blackwell wasn’t even in the room, yet his aura alone forced my Inner Wolf to its belly in absolute submission.
Fletcher Banks, Kain’s Beta, stepped into my path. His tailored suit was immaculate, his expression entirely unreadable.
“I need to see him,” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my desperate efforts to sound like an Alpha. “It’s a misunderstanding. I need to explain p>