Chapter 200
Chapter 200:
Carmella flinched. A flash of profound discomfort and inexplicable sorrow crossed her features. I had to get him out of there before my beast tore the hotel apart to claim her.
I guided Jaxon away, walking backward for a few steps just to keep her in my sight. As I pushed through the revolving doors, I glanced back through the glass one last time. She was watching us, rubbing her temple as if fighting off a sudden headache.
I will find out what happened to you, my Inner Wolf vowed, a blood oath echoing in the hollows of my skull. And I will make you remember.
I bundled Jaxon into the back of my waiting armored SUV and climbed in after him. The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing us inside a soundproof vault.
The façade instantly shattered.
I slammed my fist into the leather armrest with terrifying force. The reinforced metal frame beneath it buckled with a loud crunch. A guttural, agonizing roar tore from my chest — a sound of pure Lycan torment that made my security detail in the front seats stiffen with fear.
I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking violently, and dialed my Chief of Staff.
“Sir?” he answered instantly.
𝗤𝘂𝘢l𝗂𝗍у 𝘁𝗿aոs𝗅а𝘵𝗂𝗼ո𝘀 𝗈𝗇
“Carmella Golden,” I snarled, my voice dropping into the lethal, unyielding frequency of an Alpha’s Command. “I want every second of her last seven years. Her addresses, her medical records, her employers. And her fiancé, Quentin Marks — tear his life apart. I want to know exactly who has been hiding my wife p>
Carmella POV
The dull, throbbing headache that had started in the hotel lobby followed me all the way back to my apartment in the West Village. The space was usually my sanctuary — warm lighting, walls lined with books, and the comforting aroma of roasting garlic. But tonight, as I sat at the kitchen island watching Quentin chop vegetables, I couldn’t shake the phantom scent clinging to my senses.
Rosemary and rain.
“He looked at me like my ghost had just walked into the room,” I murmured, wrapping my hands around a warm mug of tea. “His name was Grant Blackwell. When he looked into my eyes, it felt like… like he was staring straight into my soul. It was terrifying, Quentin, but also incredibly sad p>
The rhythmic chopping of the chef’s knife abruptly stopped.
Quentin’s hand went completely rigid against the cutting board. For a fraction of a second, the muscles in his forearms corded with an unnatural tension. He slowly set the knife down and wiped his hands on a towel, his back still turned to me. The air in the kitchen suddenly felt stifling, dominated by his unnaturally clean, almost sterile scent.
“Lycan politicians,” Quentin said, turning around with a tight, dismissive smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He walked over and placed his hands over mine. “They are arrogant and eccentric. You’re human, Carmella. You don’t understand their world. It’s better to stay away from them. Stay with me. Stay safe p>
I looked down at his hands covering mine. “Of course,” I whispered, offering a compliant nod.
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