Chapter 164
Chapter 164:
“How can a wolfless Omega protect Pack assets?!” Zack screamed, clutching the splintered neck of the fake Stradivarius. He pointed a trembling finger directly at me, ensuring every smartphone camera captured the accusation. “This hotel, this Pack — it’s a death trap p>
The murmurs of the Pack Elders and human VIPs grew louder, thick with shock and rising doubt. I stepped forward, my dormant wild rose scent blooming into a cold, unyielding shield. As I drew closer, the truth hit my senses with brutal clarity. Beneath his cheap cologne, there was no salt of real tears — only the sour, calculated stench of a Rogue executing a scam. Pure malice.
Before Sheriff Xander could fully breach the crowd, a different, repulsive scent caught my attention. Stale cigars and cowardice.
I snapped my gaze toward the concierge desk. Lurking in the shadows was Vincent Parrish.
I didn’t hesitate. I marched directly toward my disgraced step-uncle, cornering him against the mahogany paneling. “What are you doing here, Vincent?” I demanded, my voice a glacial whisper.
Vincent flinched, his eyes darting nervously. “I… I heard the commotion. I came to help p>
“Lie,” I snapped, stepping into his personal space. I let the absolute, crushing weight of my Luna authority press down on his fragile Inner Wolf. “Harvey was lured away by a fake mind-link about the pup nursery. You’re the only one desperate and pathetic enough to know those security protocols p>
Under the sheer force of my glare, his resolve crumbled. The sour stench of his terror flooded the alcove. “I just wanted to prove the Pack still needed my security expertise!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I only sent the link to get Harvey out of the way. I didn’t know the violin would be smashed p>
It was the confession I needed. He was the inside man.
Kira POV
R𝘦a𝘥 t𝗁𝘦 l𝘢te𝘴𝘵 𝘁𝗋e𝗇𝖽𝘴 𝘰n
The warm, dim lighting of the high-end café across the street was the perfect vantage point for my show. I took a slow sip of my oat latte, watching the blue police lights reflect off the wet pavement and illuminate the absolute chaos unfolding inside The Wolfe Hotel lobby.
I pressed my phone to my ear, the secure line connecting me to Jase.
“It’s a bloodbath, Jase,” I purred, my cloying jasmine scent spiking with pure, wicked delight. “She’s completely lost control. The police are there, the guests are panicking p>
I pulled the phone away for a moment to refresh The Howl on my screen. Zack’s photo of the broken violin had already hit ten thousand likes in under ten minutes. The hashtags #WolfeFail and #WolflessLuna were trending continent-wide.
“Keep the pressure on,” Jase’s metallic, vindictive voice crackled through the speaker.
“Oh, I will,” I smiled, studying my flawless reflection in the café window. “Checkmate p>
Adelina POV
I dragged Vincent back toward the center of the lobby just as Sheriff Xander began questioning a devastated Harvey Hester.
“The cameras in the Alpha corridor were looped with ten-minute-old footage, Sheriff,” Harvey reported, his voice tight with shame.