Chapter 152
Chapter 152:
Adelina POV
The morning sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Master Den, dragging me from the deepest sleep I had experienced in months. I shifted, but a heavy, immovable weight pinned me in place. My eyes snapped open.
I was flush against Kain’s broad chest. His massive arm was locked around my waist like an iron band, our legs intimately tangled beneath the Egyptian cotton sheets. The air was suffocatingly thick with his ancient cedar scent, completely drowning out my wild roses.
Panic — sharp and icy — pierced my chest. Fletcher. The contract. The fragile boundary I had desperately tried to enforce.
I shoved against his solid chest and scrambled backward until I tumbled off the edge of the mattress, taking half the sheets with me. “Kain! Why are we in the same bed p>
Kain stirred, his dark hair beautifully disheveled. He propped himself up on one elbow, the muscles in his chest flexing beneath the morning light. A lazy, infuriatingly amused smirk touched his lips. “Good morning to you too. And for the record, you came to me. Turns out you’re quite the aggressive cuddler, little wolf p>
“I am not!” I gasped, my cheeks burning. “I fell asleep sitting on the edge of the mattress. You must have pulled me in p>
Kain raised a dark eyebrow, his storm-gray eyes dancing with wicked delight. “I was incapacitated by a severe migraine, Adelina. I barely had the strength to breathe, let alone haul you across the bed.” He offered a slow, deliberate wink. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me p>
Before I could scream in frustration, a sharp knock echoed through the room. “Breakfast is served, Alpha,” a housekeeper called from the hallway.
Saved by the interruption, I grabbed my clothes and fled into the en-suite bathroom, locking the heavy door behind me. I leaned over the marble sink, staring at my flushed reflection. He loves Fletcher, I chanted silently, splashing cold water on my face. He was just teasing. It means absolutely nothing.
ѕ𝘩а𝘳𝖾 𝘆u𝗿 𝗍𝘩𝗈𝘶g𝗁𝗍𝗌 оn
An hour later, the tension between us had only thickened beneath the blazing Bahamian sun.
We stood on the private white-sand beach outside the villa. Pierre, the flamboyant human photographer hired to shoot our promotional materials for the Global Alpha Leadership Summit, was practically tearing his hair out.
“No, no, no!” Pierre groaned, waving his hands frantically. “You are the Lycan King and his Luna! Where is the fire? The passion? You look like two executives merging a bank, not two souls merging for eternity p>
I stiffened, acutely aware of the tiny black bikini Kain had gifted me, now barely concealed by a sheer white sarong. Every time Kain’s skin brushed mine, a violent electric spark shot up my spine.
Kain stepped into my space, his massive frame blocking the sun. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Relax, Adelina,” he murmured, his voice a dark velvet command. “It’s for the summit. For the stability of your Pack p>
I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring at his chest. “Do what you have to do p>