Chapter 193
Chapter 193:
“Liar!” Jaxon screamed, tears streaming down his flushed face. He grabbed the heavy die-cast metal model car off my mahogany desk and hurled it at me.
It struck my chest with a hard thud.
The physical blow snapped my fragile control. The agonizing grief I had suppressed for seven years erupted violently. My Lycan let out a blind, deafening roar. I lunged forward, grabbing his small arm with a terrifying, bruising grip. A guttural, monstrous snarl tore from my throat, echoing off the walls of the study.
Jaxon froze, his eyes wide with absolute terror.
“I hate you!” he sobbed, thrashing wildly against my hold. “You’re a liar! I want Uncle Kain and Auntie Adelina p>
The sheer fear in my son’s eyes was a bucket of ice water. I dropped his arm instantly, stumbling back as a crushing wave of guilt swallowed me whole. What kind of monster had I become?
“Go to your room,” I choked out, my voice breaking.
Jaxon turned and fled down the hallway. I collapsed into my leather chair and locked the photograph back into the drawer, completely consumed by the agonizing possibility that my mind was finally breaking.
Almon POV
𝖶еeklу 𝗿e𝘭𝖾𝘢𝘴𝘦𝗌 𝗼𝗻
Miles away, the air in the Penthouse Den at Blackstone Tower reeked of ancient parchment and my own absolute authority. I stood in the hallway, my eyes narrowing at the guest bedroom. The bed was made, but the lingering scent of ancient cedar and crackling ozone was undeniable. Kain was sleeping here.
Separate dens do not produce heirs, and the Blackstone line desperately needed a pup with White Wolf blood.
I ignored Mrs. Higgins, who was hovering nervously nearby trying to explain that Kain hadn’t wanted to disturb his Luna. I opened a mind-link directly to the Gamma of Blackstone Construction.
I need a catastrophic structural issue in the penthouse guest wing. Now, I commanded, lacing my mental voice with the undeniable weight of an Alpha’s Command. Mandate a month-long emergency reinforcement. Make it completely uninhabitable.
Consider it done, Alpha King, the Gamma replied instantly.
I turned to the housekeeper. “Mrs. Higgins, move my son’s belongings into the Luna’s master den immediately p>
Before she could nod, my encrypted cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I answered it, stepping toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rain-blurred New York skyline.
“Alpha Almon,” the frantic voice of Grant’s Boston nanny echoed through the speaker. “It’s Jaxon. He had a terrible fight with his father. He’s locked himself in the bathroom and won’t stop screaming. He says he won’t come out unless Auntie Adelina comes to get him p>
I listened to the muffled, hysterical sobs of my grandson through the phone. I didn’t feel panic. Instead, a slow, satisfied smile spread across my scarred face.
“Perfect,” I whispered to the glass.
The crisis was exactly what I needed. It would force Adelina to step fully into the role of a Blackstone Luna, binding her to the pup, to Kain, and to the deepest, darkest secrets of our bloodline. The pieces were finally moving exactly where I wanted them.