Chapter 166
Chapter 166:
The penthouse den at Blackstone Tower was dark when I finally returned. The moment the elevator doors opened, the crushing weight of the night descended on me. The faint bruise on my cheek throbbed in time with my pulse.
Kain was waiting by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The moment he turned, his heavy, ancient cedar scent enveloped me, instantly soothing the frayed edges of my soul. His dark eyes scanned my face, his Inner Wolf clearly catching the exhaustion and frustration bleeding into my scent.
“They looped the cameras,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I walked toward him. “Kira set me up. She used Vincent to clear the vault p>
Kain didn’t say a word. He simply reached out and pulled me against his solid chest. The sheer power radiating from him was a fortress against the chaos outside.
“Go get some rest, little wolf,” Kain murmured, his deep voice vibrating against my ear, laced with a strange, calming compulsion. “I will handle everything p>
For the first time since the violin shattered, I let out a shaky breath and surrendered completely to the safety of his arms. I nodded, too tired to argue, and retreated to the bedroom.
Kain POV
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind Adelina, the gentle warmth drained from my blood. The Lycan King clawed his way to the surface, my eyes flashing a dangerous, molten gold in the reflection of the glass.
Someone had dared to humiliate my Fated Mate.
I opened a private mind-link to my Beta. Fletcher.
𝗔𝘥𝘥𝗶с𝘁𝗂v𝖾 ո𝗼vе𝘭ѕ 𝘰ո 𝗀а𝗅ոо𝗏𝖾𝗹ѕ.𝘤о𝗺
Yes, Alpha, Fletcher’s voice echoed instantly in my mind.
I want to know every dollar Kira Parrish has ever spent, I commanded, my tone absolute ice. Especially the money her father stole from the Wolfe Pack’s trust. I want the human tax authorities and the Pack Council auditing her simultaneously by dawn.
Consider it done.
As for the Rogue, Zack Rutledge… I let out a low, guttural snarl. Find out which loan shark owns his gambling debts. Buy it. I want to own his fear before sunrise.
Understood.
Burn them down, Fletcher. I delivered the final decree, staring out at the glittering city that was about to become a graveyard for my enemies. Leave nothing but ash.
Adelina POV
While Kain silently declared war from the penthouse, a crucial piece of the truth was quietly slipping away in the depths of The Wolfe Hotel.
Down in the steamy, bleach-scented linen chute room on the second basement level, an elderly human cleaning lady was sorting the final trash bags from the executive floors. Amidst shredded paper and coffee grounds, her gloved hands pulled out a pristine, unbroken violin bow.
She couldn’t smell the lingering scent of the Alpha’s Vault on the wood, nor the sour stench of the Rogue who had handled it. To her human eyes, it was simply a fancy piece of wood with torn horsehair — something she could pawn to buy her grandson a toy.
Glancing around the empty room, she quietly shoved the bow into her locker, completely unaware that she had just buried the only physical proof that the Stradivarius had never actually left the hotel.