Chapter 213
Chapter 213:
My dormant Inner Wolf shivered under the sheer, undeniable dominance of his aura. My body betrayed my stubbornness, my lips parting instinctively against my will.
Kain didn’t gloat. He carefully fed me the warm broth, spoonful by spoonful. It was a forceful, unyielding display of power, yet the way he gently wiped a stray drop from the corner of my mouth was agonizingly intimate.
The confusing contrast tore at my fragile emotional walls. I swallowed the warm liquid, my hands trembling against the white sheets.
“Why are you doing this, Kain?” I whispered, my voice cracking in the quiet room. “The contract is void. I’m a Rogue now. You don’t have to pretend to care p>
Wh𝘢t 𝗲𝘃e𝗿уоո𝗲 𝘪s 𝗿𝘦𝘢𝖽𝘪𝗇𝘨 о𝗇
The silver spoon froze mid-air.
Kain’s massive shoulders went completely rigid. The gentle, protective facade vanished, replaced instantly by a wounded, glacial fury. He set the bowl down on the nightstand with a sharp clink.
He leaned over me, his hands gripping the edges of my mattress. His storm-gray eyes bled into a burning, molten gold, his scent swallowing me whole. The realization that I viewed his desperate devotion as a mere contractual obligation had deeply insulted his Lycan soul.
“Pretend?” Kain breathed, his voice a dangerous, velvet threat. He lowered his face until his lips were inches from mine.
Before he could utter another word, the heavy oak door burst open.
Jaxon charged into the room like a tiny cannonball. The seven-year-old pup was struggling to carry a massive, fluffy teddy bear that was entirely larger than he was.
“Auntie Adelina!” Jaxon cheered, completely oblivious to the heavy, romantic tension he had just shattered. He dropped the giant bear at the foot of my bed. “Grandpa Almon sent this for you! He said it’s for the Luna p>
Kain closed his eyes, a muscle ticking violently in his jaw as he forced his Inner Wolf to step back and suppress the confession that had been on the tip of his tongue.
Jaxon climbed onto the edge of the mattress, his innocent scent of milk and fresh grass cutting through the heavy cedar. He looked at me, then turned his bright, wide eyes up to his uncle.
“Uncle Kain,” Jaxon asked, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet chamber, “did you turn the witch who hurt Auntie Adelina into dust yet p>
The question hung in the air—a chilling reminder of the monster lurking beneath the man who had just gently fed me soup. I stared at the Lycan King, completely lost in the terrifying, beautiful mystery of what I actually meant to him.
Bryan POV
The red line on the massive monitor in the Parrish Holdings boardroom wasn’t just a stock ticker—it was a guillotine.
I sat paralyzed in my leather chair, the sour, rotting stench of my own panic suffocating the room. My Inner Wolf was curled into a pathetic ball, whimpering in absolute terror. In less than an hour since the opening bell, our stock had plummeted by eighty percent. It was a coordinated, ruthless short-squeeze orchestrated entirely by the Blackstone Empire.