Chapter 220
Chapter 220:
And I had thrown her away for the weeping, manipulative viper sitting next to me. My Inner Wolf howled, tearing at my ribs in a pathetic display of agonizing regret. I had chosen the wrong side, and now I was drowning.
I slammed on the brakes. The McLaren jerked to a halt against the curb.
Kira gasped, wiping her ruined makeup. She looked out the window, and all the remaining color drained from her face. Towering above us, piercing the night sky like a monument of absolute, untouchable power, was Blackstone Tower.
“Get out,” I commanded, my voice a dead, hollow void.
“What?” Kira shrieked, shrinking back against the leather seat. “Jase, no! You can’t leave me here! This is his den! They’ll kill me p>
“You wanted to play games with the Lycan King,” I sneered, leaning over to pop her door open. The cold city wind rushed in. “Now you can beg at his gates. You are nothing to me p>
“Jase p>
I didn’t wait. The second her designer heels hit the pavement, I floored the accelerator. The McLaren’s engine roared, tearing away from the curb before she could even close the door properly. I left her standing in the shadows of our enemy’s empire—a completely broken Rogue—as I drove alone into the dark, suffocating ruins of my own mistakes.
Adelina POV
𝖳𝘩е mо𝘴t рор𝘶lar ո𝘰𝗏𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝗈𝘯 𝗴𝗮l𝘯𝗼𝘷е𝗅𝘴.со𝗺
The soft, warm glow of the fireplace flickered across the walls of the Sanctum’s recovery chamber. I sat up in bed, my heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs after watching Kain’s broadcast.
The heavy oak door opened.
The atmospheric pressure in the room instantly shifted, filled with the intoxicating, grounding scent of ancient cedar. Kain walked in. The terrifying, bloodthirsty predator who had just annihilated the Parrish bloodline on national television was gone. His storm-gray eyes were entirely soft, locked onto me with a burning intensity that made my breath hitch.
He walked to the edge of my bed, his massive frame casting a protective shadow over me.
“Was it just a good story, Kain?” I whispered, my voice trembling. The deep, rotting insecurities of being a wolfless Rogue bled through my fragile walls. “A perfect performance to protect the Blackwell honor and wash away my scandal p>
A flash of genuine, raw pain crossed his eyes.
Kain didn’t answer immediately. He slowly dropped to his knees on the hard floor beside my bed, bringing himself below my eye level. He reached into the inner pocket of his tailored suit jacket and pulled out a thick, folded parchment. The silver wax seal of the Pack Council gleamed in the firelight.
Our Mating Contract.
Without breaking eye contact, Kain tossed the heavy parchment directly into the open flames of the hearth. I gasped as the fire instantly devoured the paper, turning the legal boundaries of our relationship to ash.
“Every word I said on that stage was the absolute truth,” Kain rumbled, his voice a deep, vibrating vow that shook my very core.
He reached up, his large, scorching hands gently cupping my face. He pulled me down, crashing his lips against mine.