Chapter 154
Chapter 154:
I looked at the screen. It was Kain Blackwell, dipping Adelina on a white-sand beach. The Lycan King was staring at her with a raw, unfiltered hunger that made my Inner Wolf thrash in pure, metallic-scented agony.
“It’s a PR stunt,” I sneered, shoving the tablet away. “Everyone knows Blackwell prefers his Beta, Fletcher Banks p>
Thompson shook his head, his expression grave. “No, Alpha. That’s the look of a King claiming his territory. That is real p>
A blinding, toxic jealousy snapped my last thread of control. I slammed my laptop shut with a deafening crack. “Meeting adjourned!” I roared, and stormed out of the room.
I tore into my private office and dialed Adelina’s number. No signal. Blackwell had cut her off. I immediately dialed Kira Parrish.
“Get me an invitation to the Continental Alpha Council Charity Gala,” I demanded, lacing my voice with the crushing weight of an Alpha’s Command. “I need to see her. I need to remind her who she belongs to p>
“Jase,” Kira said, her cloying jasmine scent seeming to bleed through the speaker. “Adelina belongs to Kain now p>
“She is MINE!” I bellowed, and hurled my phone against the wall.
Adelina POV
A𝖽𝘥𝗂c𝗍i𝘃𝗲 s𝗍o𝘳𝗶eѕ 𝗈ո
Back on the yacht, the heavy tension between Kain and me was suddenly shattered by the ringing of the encrypted tablet on the table. Kain answered it.
Almon Blackwell’s battle-scarred face filled the screen, a thick cigar clamped between his teeth.
“Brilliant PR, Kain,” the former Alpha King rumbled, his voice carrying easily over the ocean breeze. “But enough with the photos. The Blackstone legacy needs an heir. This yacht seems sturdy enough. Get to it p>
I inhaled sharply and choked on a piece of lettuce. I coughed violently, my face burning with absolute mortification.
Kain’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked near his ear. He reached out and abruptly cut the feed. The screen went black.
“Bad satellite signal,” Kain muttered, his ancient cedar scent spiking with a heavy, protective irritation.
I grabbed my napkin, wiping my mouth as I struggled to catch my breath. The brutal reality of our fake marriage sat naked on the table between us. I looked at Kain, my heart aching with a strange, confusing sorrow.
“Does he know?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “About… you and Fletcher p>
Kain froze. The atmospheric pressure on the deck seemed to plummet. I watched his massive shoulders tense, a brutal internal war raging behind his pitch-black eyes. For one agonizing second, he looked as though he wanted to tear the yacht apart and scream the truth.
Instead, his glacial mask slammed into place.
“My father knows I will do what is necessary for my bloodline,” Kain said, his voice entirely hollow. He stood abruptly, avoiding my gaze. “I need to check the navigation p>
He turned and walked away, leaving me alone with the sound of the crashing waves — completely unaware of the desperate lie he was forcing himself to maintain.