Chapter 217
Chapter 217:
Adelina! Check The Howl. Now! Blake Davenport’s mind-link echoed, thick with panic.
My pulse spiked. I grabbed the tablet from the nightstand. The headline screamed in bold, venomous letters: Lycan King’s Sick Fetish? Sources Say He Preys on Defenseless Wolfless Omegas.
Below it was a high-definition photo of the blistering silver burn on Kira’s thigh. The article painted me as a broken, captive toy, claiming Kain used his wealth to trap me and tortured Kira to protect his twisted secret.
My lungs seized. The tablet slipped from my trembling fingers, but before it could hit the floor, a massive hand caught it.
Kain stood beside the bed. His face was an impenetrable mask, but his ancient cedar scent plummeted to a freezing, lethal vacuum. He didn’t even blink at the screen. He already knew.
“Kain, they’re trying to destroy you because of me,” I choked out, terrified this would shatter the fragile trust we had just built.
He tossed the tablet aside and gently cupped my cheek. “Do not let this garbage infect your mind, little wolf,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my skin. His eyes glazed over for a fraction of a second as he opened a mind-link to his Beta.
Prepare the evidence, Fletcher. I’m going to end her.
𝗙о𝗹𝗅о𝘄 𝗎𝘴 𝗈𝗇
Kain POV
An hour later, I stepped out of the private executive portal directly into Grant’s Senate office in Washington, D.C. I threw a printed copy of The Howl onto his heavy mahogany desk.
Grant looked up, his eyes bloodshot. “I saw it. The Parrish girl is signing her own death warrant p>
“Her lies are a desperate distraction,” I growled, planting my hands on his desk. “But they prove my mate is a target. And it all circles back to the ghosts you are hiding p>
Grant stiffened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about p>
“Jaxon recognized Carmella Golden at the mall,” I stated, my voice a low, vibrating threat. “He knew her scent. She works for Adelina now. Tell me the truth, Grant p>
The air in the office violently thickened with the suffocating scent of rosemary and rain. Grant’s Inner Wolf thrashed with agonizing grief. He stood up, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “Stay out of this, Kain! My wife is dead p>
“The truth always claws its way out of the grave,” I warned, turning on my heel. “I have a press conference to run p>
Grant POV
The heavy doors sealed shut, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of my office.
My hands trembled as I unlocked my computer and opened a deeply encrypted, hidden folder. The screen illuminated my pale face, displaying hundreds of surveillance photos and detailed logs spanning the last seven years. I stared at an image of Carmella walking down a street in Paris. I had known she was alive all along, and the weight of that lie was finally crushing me.
Jase POV
The sterile, metallic ozone of my Davenport Tech office felt like a suffocating cage. I sat behind my desk, staring at the article on my monitor.