Chapter 212
Chapter 212:
I felt the terrifying, absolute stillness of his Lycan rage. I heard the soft rustle of him picking up my dropped phone from Fletcher’s hands.
The silence that followed was heavier than death.
When Kain finally spoke, his voice was a glacial, bloodthirsty whisper that bypassed the physical world and vibrated directly through the hollows of my soul.
“Fletcher, execute the Scorched Earth Protocol,” the Lycan King commanded, his tone devoid of any mercy. “I want Parrish Holdings liquidated by sunrise. I want their name to be nothing but a cautionary tale whispered by Rogues in the dirt p>
“Yes, Alpha,” Fletcher replied instantly, his voice tight with awe at the sheer brutality of the order.
I heard the sound of retreating footsteps as the Beta left to burn my enemies’ kingdom to ash. Then the mattress dipped. A massive, scorching hand enveloped my freezing fingers, anchoring me to the physical world.
T𝗁𝗲 𝗆𝘰𝘴𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘱u𝗹а𝘳 ո𝘰𝗏𝖾𝗅s o𝗻
Kain pressed his lips to my knuckles.
“They will never hurt you again, my little wolf,” Kain vowed, his deep voice breaking with a raw, desperate terror I had never heard from the tyrant King before. “I swear it on my soul p>
I drifted deeper into the dark, completely tethered by the burning heat of his touch.
Adelina POV
I drifted up from the heavy, numb void, pulled by the suffocating, intoxicating scent of ancient cedar and a violent winter storm.
My eyelids fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights of the Sanctum had been dimmed to a soft, warm glow. I was lying in a recovery chamber, an IV line taped securely to my arm. The sterile smell of antiseptic and calming herbs hung in the air, but it was entirely overpowered by the heavy, anxious presence of the man sitting beside my bed.
Kain.
His usually immaculate appearance was gone. His dark eyes were bloodshot, swirling with a raw, primal terror I had never seen in the Lycan King. Through our fragile mate-bond, I could feel his Inner Wolf pacing frantically, terrified by the fading pulse of my life force.
He leaned forward, holding a steaming bowl of rich broth prepared by the Pack Doctor.
“You need to eat, Adelina,” Kain rasped, his voice thick with exhaustion. He lifted the silver spoon toward my lips.
I stared blankly at the wall. The memory of my mother’s signature on that banishment decree burned like acid in my chest. I was a wolfless Rogue. My family had thrown me away. I had absolutely nothing left to fight for. I turned my head away, pressing my lips tightly together in a silent, desperate surrender to the dark.
Kain let out a low, frustrated growl. His Lycan patience, already frayed by my collapse, completely snapped.
The atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted to a lethal vacuum. He leaned closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over me.
“Open your mouth, little wolf,” Kain commanded, his voice dropping into a deep, vibrating frequency that carried the absolute, crushing weight of an Alpha’s Command. “Or I will open it for you and feed you myself, drop by drop p>