Chapter 247
Chapter 247:
Kira blinked, desperate for an excuse to salvage her ruined night. “Then why p>
“Politics,” I declared, the lie tasting like sweet salvation on my tongue. “I’m a rising Alpha. He sees me as a threat. He only claimed her to get his hands on her White Wolf bloodline. She’s just a pawn to suppress my power p>
“Exactly,” Kira breathed, her posture straightening as she eagerly clung to my delusion. “She’s still just a wolfless loser. He’s using her to get to you p>
I nodded, my chest puffing out as the false reality settled in. Kain Blackwell had just declared war, and I wasn’t going to let him win.
𝖣𝘪sc𝗼𝗏е𝗿 𝗁𝘪𝘥𝘥𝖾𝗇 𝘨𝗲𝗆ѕ 𝗼𝗇 g𝖺𝘭ոo𝘷е𝘭s.c𝘰𝗆
Adelina POV
Inside the Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut, the chaotic world of St. Jude’s faded into a quiet, luxurious hum. The ambient lighting cast sharp, handsome shadows across Kain’s jawline as he navigated the late-night traffic with one hand on the wheel.
The heavy, suffocating tension that had gripped my chest all night was gone, replaced by the intoxicating scent of rain and cedar.
“You should have seen Chad’s face,” Kain murmured, a dark, rumbling chuckle vibrating in his chest. “Though I think my favorite part of the evening was leaving a little souvenir behind p>
I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Souvenir p>
His dark eyes flicked to me, burning with that possessive, golden Lycan fire. “I told you I’d mark my territory, Adelina. High up on the bell tower wall. A.W. + K.B. It’s permanent p>
A shiver of pure warmth cascaded down my spine. I looked down at the Blackstone Luna Ring on my finger, then back at the terrifying, beautiful man who had just brought an entire academy of elite Alphas to their knees for me.
“Thank you, Kain,” I whispered softly. For the first time, I didn’t fight the pull of the mate-bond. I let it wrap around me, safe and absolute.
He reached over, his large, warm hand covering mine.
Suddenly, the sharp buzz of my phone shattered the intimate silence. I pulled it from my clutch. It was a text from Carmella.
My blood ran cold as I read the words glowing on the screen.
SOS. I need you. I’m at my apartment. It’s Quentin. It’s bad.
The triumphant high of the night vanished, replaced by a sickening knot of dread. Carmella never asked for help. Never.
“What is it?” Kain asked, his voice instantly shifting from relaxed to a lethal, commanding edge.
“It’s Carmella,” I said, my voice tight as I stared at the message. “Something’s wrong. Kain, we need to get to Chelsea. Now p>
Kain didn’t ask questions. His jaw clenched, his hand gripping the steering wheel as the hypercar’s engine let out a deafening roar, tearing through the New York night.
Adelina Wolfe POV
Kain’s Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut tore through the Chelsea streets like a dark phantom, screeching to a halt directly on the fire lane outside Carmella’s upscale apartment complex. The engine was still purring its lethal warning as we sprinted through the lobby and up to her floor.