Chapter 204
Chapter 204:
“Fletcher is bringing the Phantom to the front,” Kain said quietly. “He has something for you in the hidden compartment. Use it p>
Twenty minutes later, the black Rolls-Royce Phantom tore up the gravel driveway of the Parrish estate in Greenwich. Fletcher Banks shifted the car into park and reached beneath the center console, handing me a black leather riding crop. The handle was crafted from solid, weighted silver. It hummed with a cold, lethal promise — a weapon designed not to kill, but to inflict agonizing, unforgettable humiliation.
“Two Warriors are securing the perimeter, Luna,” Fletcher said, his citrus scent entirely devoid of its usual humor. “No one leaves p>
I stepped out into the crisp night air. The grand foyer of the estate was brightly lit. An Omega servant opened the front door, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of me gripping the silver crop, but I didn’t even look at her. I marched straight past her, my heels clicking rhythmically against the parquet floor.
At the end of the hall stood the heavy double doors of the formal dining room. I could hear the clinking of expensive china and the sickeningly sweet scent of Kira’s jasmine perfume bleeding through the wood.
I didn’t reach for the brass handles. I didn’t need to.
The dormant White Wolf blood in my veins surged, answering my absolute, freezing fury. I let the crushing weight of my aura slam forward. The heavy wooden doors exploded inward, crashing violently against the walls with a deafening bang.
𝘑𝗈𝗂𝘯 𝘵𝗁𝗲 𝖼𝘰𝗺𝗺𝘶𝗻𝗶𝘵𝘺 a𝘵
Inside, the illusion of a peaceful family dinner shattered. Bryan Parrish sat at the head of the table. Carolyn was pouring wine. And Kira was pressed against Jase Davenport’s shoulder, her face buried in his chest as she played the traumatized, weeping victim.
Kira’s silver fork clattered onto her porcelain plate. Everyone froze, staring at the doorway in absolute horror.
I stood in the threshold, the silver-handled crop resting against my thigh. The air in the room plummeted to a freezing vacuum, suffocated by the scent of wild roses and a violent winter storm.
“Kira,” I commanded, my voice a glacial whip that left no room for mercy. “Stand up p>
Adelina Wolfe POV
The silence in the dining room was absolute, heavy with the suffocating weight of my dormant White Wolf aura.
Bryan Parrish was the first to break it. He stood up, puffing out his chest as he tried to project his proxy Alpha dominance. “Adelina, what is the meaning of this?” he demanded, though his scent reeked of panic and hollow bravado.
I ignored him completely, my eyes locked on my stepsister.
“What did you say to a defenseless, dying woman?” I asked, my voice trembling with a lethal, freezing intent.
Kira’s face drained of color. She scrambled backward in her chair, her fingers digging desperately into Jase’s arm. “I didn’t say anything! She’s crazy, Jase! She’s lost her mind from grief p>
“Liar p>
I swung the black leather riding crop. The solid silver handle smashed into the table, shattering a crystal wine glass. Red wine bled across the pristine white tablecloth like a fresh kill.