Chapter 167
Chapter 167:
Adelina POV
The morning sun offered no warmth as I sat rigid behind my mahogany desk, staring at the massive wall monitor. Kira Parrish’s face filled the screen, her fake tears glistening under the studio lights of The Alpha’s Roar, the continent’s most influential werewolf broadcast.
“Zack is devastated,” Kira sobbed, her voice dripping with weaponized sympathy. “It breaks my heart. But what can you expect from a den led by a wolfless Omega? The Moon Goddess doesn’t bless a Pack that defies tradition. She can’t even protect a sacred instrument, let alone her people. I just worry she isn’t fit for the Alpha’s chair p>
Harvey Hester stood beside me, his loyal Warrior scent sour with stress. “Luna, the #WolfeFail and #WolflessAlpha hashtags are trending continent-wide. We’ve lost dozens of reservations this morning. Several allied Pack Elders are suggesting we issue a formal apology and offer a massive bounty to replace the violin — to appease the public p>
ѕ𝗍о𝗿𝗶𝖾𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝗐о𝘯’𝘁 𝗉𝘂𝗍 𝗱𝗈w𝗻 oո
I didn’t blink. The cold, dormant White Wolf blood in my veins crystallized into absolute ice. “No p>
Harvey paused, blinking in surprise. “Luna p>
“We do not apologize for being attacked, Harvey. We hunt down the one who attacked us,” I stated, my voice a glacial whip. “Draft a statement. We are cooperating with human law enforcement to uncover this malicious, orchestrated setup. We yield to no one p>
Kain POV
The Apex Office at Blackstone Tower felt like a cage. Fletcher was reading out the plummeting stock numbers of the Wolfe Hotel Group, but his words were little more than white noise. My Inner Wolf was thrashing, roaring at the public humiliation of our Fated Mate.
I closed my eyes and reached through the fragile mate-bond, desperate to feel her — to soothe her.
Nothing. Only a chaotic, violent storm of static and suppressed agony. Her emotional walls were so high, the pressure of her anger so intense, that it severed my psychic reach entirely. The disconnect was a physical agony. A Lycan blinded to his mate.
I opened my eyes. The storm-gray was gone, wholly consumed by a burning, lethal gold.
“Alpha?” Fletcher asked, stepping back as the atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted to an absolute vacuum.
“The car,” I growled, my voice vibrating with centuries of unyielding violence. “Now p>
Adelina POV
I had just finished addressing the terrified lobby staff, projecting a Luna’s unwavering calm, when the attack came.
The massive plate-glass front window of the hotel exploded inward. Screams erupted as shards rained across the pristine marble floor. I shielded my face, my heart hammering against my ribs as the sharp scent of human panic flooded the air.
In the center of the shattered glass lay a heavy obsidian stone. Tied to it with a leather cord was a piece of parchment. I stepped forward, my heels crunching on the glass, and unrolled it. The crude, ancient werewolf runes were written in dark ink:
A den without a wolf is just a hole in the ground.
Before the dust could even settle, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Unknown number.
I answered it and pressed it to my ear.