Chapter 147
Chapter 147:
A thick, intoxicating wave of ancient cedar and crackling ozone swept over me. I didn’t need to turn around to know Kain was leaning against the doorframe. My dormant wild rose scent flared involuntarily, betraying the dangerous heat that pooled in my belly whenever he was near.
“Don’t forget a swimsuit,” Kain murmured.
I froze, my hands hovering over a silk blouse. I turned to face him. He had discarded his suit jacket, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, exposing the faint edge of the A.W. tattoo over his heart.
“A swimsuit?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain professional. “For a leadership summit? I have three days of boardroom meetings scheduled, Kain p>
A slow, devastatingly handsome smile spread across his lips — a dangerous, enigmatic curve that made my breath hitch.
“Blackstone Cay has the best beaches on the continent, my little wolf,” he said, his voice a dark velvet caress.
He walked to the vanity and dropped two heavy, gold-embossed private jet tickets onto the marble surface. Just two.
“Fletcher isn’t coming?” I blurted out, the panic bleeding into my voice before I could stop it.
Kain’s eyes darkened, a flicker of intense, predatory amusement dancing in the storm-gray depths. “No. Just us p>
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me staring at the tickets. Three days. Isolated on a tropical island with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide behind Pack politics or spreadsheets. I was going to be completely alone with the man who made my soul tremble, and I had absolutely no idea how my fragile ice wall was going to survive the heat.
Adelina POV
о𝗿𝗴а𝘯𝗶𝗓𝘦 𝘺о𝘶𝗿 𝗹𝘪b𝗿𝘢𝘳𝘆 𝗼ո 𝗀а𝗹ոо𝘷e𝗅ѕ.c𝘰𝗺
The two gold-embossed tickets sat on my vanity like a ticking time bomb. By the time the sun crested the Manhattan skyline on the morning of our departure, my nerves were completely frayed. I paced the living room of the penthouse den, clutching a mug of black coffee, terrified of the impending isolation with the Lycan King.
Then the massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall shifted from the morning financial news to a live, breaking press conference.
I stopped pacing. Fletcher Banks stood at a polished podium, a swarm of microphones from both human and Pack media outlets positioned before him.
“Blackstone Financial has officially acquired the Hudson Yards lot from Parrish Holdings,” Fletcher announced, his crisp voice echoing in the quiet den. “However, this land will not be used for commercial development. By decree of the Alpha King, it will be transformed into a charitable foundation named The Maeve Wolfe Sanctuary p>
My breath hitched. The coffee mug trembled in my hands.
“This sanctuary,” Fletcher continued, his expression turning solemn, “will be entirely dedicated to funding, protecting, and educating wolfless pups who have been neglected by their own Packs. The Alpha King believes a Pack’s strength is measured by how it treats its most vulnerable, not its most greedy p>
The mug slipped from my fingers and shattered against the hardwood floor. Hot coffee splashed across my bare ankles, but I couldn’t feel it.