Chapter 168
Chapter 168:
“Pity it was just glass,” a distorted, anonymous voice hissed through the speaker, dripping with wicked amusement. “Did the sound remind you of that little silver room, Adelina? You should have stayed locked in the dark. Sell the Pack before you ruin anything else p>
The mention of the silver vault — my deepest, most agonizing childhood trauma — was meant to break me. Instead, it acted as a spark to a powder keg. The White Wolf inside me, buried under years of abuse, stirred with a cold, lethal fury. Kira Parrish had just confirmed she was the mastermind.
I stood amidst the ruined glass of my territory, my dormant scent blooming into an oppressive, terrifying authority.
“You want a war, Kira?” I whispered into the dead line, my voice steady and absolute. “You just threw the first stone p>
Adelina POV
The sharp scent of industrial bleach couldn’t mask the lingering metallic tang of fear in the lobby. The morning after the obsidian stone had shattered our front windows, maintenance crews were still sweeping up the glittering shards. I stood near the concierge desk, projecting a calm I didn’t feel, when the heavy revolving doors were shoved violently aside.
𝖬𝘰s𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝘢𝗱 𝗍𝗵𝗶𝘴 𝘄𝖾𝖾k оn.со𝗺
A harsh, aggressive wave of metallic ozone flooded the space.
“Adelina!” Jase Davenport roared, his voice echoing off the marble pillars.
He marched through the lobby, his bloodshot eyes burning with a toxic mix of wounded Alpha pride and desperate possession. He had seen Kira crying on The Alpha’s Roar, and his fragile ego was demanding he publicly humiliate me to compensate for the beating Kain had given him.
Torres and two Pack Warriors immediately stepped forward, baring their teeth.
“Stand down,” I commanded, my voice a low, glacial whip that halted my Warriors instantly. I turned to Jase, refusing to give him the public spectacle he craved. “My office, Jase. Now p>
I didn’t wait for his response. I turned on my heel and walked toward the executive elevators. The sheer, unyielding authority bleeding into my dormant wild rose scent forced his Inner Wolf to follow.
The moment the heavy mahogany doors of my Alpha office clicked shut, Jase exploded.
“You are a disaster!” he snarled, slamming his hands onto my desk. “You ruined Kira’s charity event and destroyed that poor musician’s life! You can’t even protect a violin, let alone a Pack p>
I didn’t argue. I calmly opened the top drawer and pulled out a thick manila folder — a gift from Fletcher Banks and the terrifyingly efficient Blackstone intelligence network. I tossed it onto the polished wood.
“Zack Rutledge owes half a million dollars to Rogue loan sharks,” I stated coldly. “He has every motive to stage an insurance fraud p>
Jase scoffed, barely glancing at the financial records. “Circumstantial garbage. You’re just trying to deflect because you drove an artist into a corner p>
“I thought you might say that.” I turned my laptop around to face him.