Chapter 180
Chapter 180:
“Fletcher,” I commanded, my voice a low, gravelly vibration that shook the glass walls.
“Alpha?” Fletcher straightened, his citrus scent spiking with alarm.
“Cancel the European Council video call for Friday night,” I ordered, my fangs grazing my lower lip as a dark, predatory smile spread across my face. “I have a date with my Luna p>
Kain POV
I stepped out of the private elevator into the penthouse den, the heavy sliding doors sealing shut behind me with a soft hiss. The sprawling space overlooking the New York skyline was usually a cold sanctuary, but tonight the air was thick with my own scent — ancient cedar and the sharp, crackling ozone of an impending storm. My blood was humming.
Standing near the entrance of my study was Adelina.
She looked breathtaking, though her delicate wild rose scent was laced with a subtle thread of nervousness. My Lycan rumbled in my chest, a deep, vibrating purr of approval. She was waiting for me.
“Kain,” she said, her voice soft. She stepped forward and held out a sleek black envelope.
I took it, my fingers deliberately brushing against hers. A jolt of electricity sparked at the contact, making her breath hitch. I opened the envelope and pulled out a single VIP ticket to The Blood Ring, stamped with silver skulls and chains — Row AA, Seat 1. Ringside.
𝖳hе 𝘣𝗲ѕ𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝘷𝘪ews о𝗇.сo𝗆
“I wanted to get you something,” Adelina murmured, refusing to meet my eyes. “A thank you for everything you’ve done. I hope you have a wonderful night with someone you care about p>
She means us! She is asking us out! my Inner Wolf roared, pacing wildly in my mind, drunk on the sheer euphoria of her gesture.
I looked down at the single ticket and raised an eyebrow. “Just one p>
Adelina’s cheeks flushed a pretty, dusky pink. “The other ticket — Seat 2 — is waiting at the box office under the name of the lucky guy. I… I arranged it all p>
A slow, predatory smile spread across my face. She was playing a game. A shy, elaborate, romantic game to bridge the gap between us without having to expose her vulnerabilities. She wanted to embrace my world — the brutal, primal side of the Lycan King — but she was too timid to simply ask me to dinner. It was the most endearing thing I had ever witnessed.
Before I could pull her into my arms and tell her how perfect she was, a sharp, authoritative pressure pierced my skull.
Kain.
An emergency mind-link from my father, Almon Blackwell.
Care to explain why you abruptly canceled the European Pack Council meeting? Almon’s voice echoed in my head, rigid with disapproval. The French Alpha is throwing a fit. We have treaties to finalize.
I kept my eyes locked on my beautiful mate, my smile never wavering. Handle it, Almon. I have more pressing matters tonight.
More pressing than the Council? he demanded.
Yes, I snapped, severing the link forcefully. Nothing in the world mattered more than the woman standing in front of me.
Message from Noa: Have a beautiful Tuesday dear ones. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. /