Chapter 250
Chapter 250:
She shrank back, practically hiding behind Adelina’s scarlet silk gown. Her trembling finger pointed at my chest.
“Stay away from me,” Carmella whispered, her voice thick with raw fear.
The words twisted like a jagged silver dagger directly into my heart. My own Mate was terrified of me. The agony was suffocating, threatening to tear my soul apart, but I refused to let it show. I locked my bleeding heart behind the impenetrable, emotionless mask of a Senator.
“Grant Blackwell,” I stated, my tone completely devoid of warmth. “Kain’s brother p>
𝖠dd𝗂𝘤𝘁𝘪v𝖾 ѕ𝘵o𝗋ies o𝗇.сom
Adelina stepped slightly in front of Carmella, her wild rose scent spiking defensively. “Quentin cheated on her,” Adelina explained, her voice tight with protective fury. “We caught him in their apartment with his secretary. She has nowhere else to go tonight, Grant p>
A blinding, bloodthirsty rage ignited in my veins.
Another man. A pathetic, insignificant human had dared to touch what was mine, and then had the audacity to break her heart. My Inner Wolf thrashed against my ribs, demanding to hunt the coward down and tear him limb from limb.
I looked down at Carmella, my upper lip curling into a cold, merciless sneer. It was a twisted, cruel way to assert my dominance, but it was the only weapon I had left.
“I never understood what a creature like you saw in that insignificant human,” I mocked, my voice dripping with absolute disdain.
The insult hit its mark. The fear in Carmella’s eyes was instantly swallowed by a flash of indignant anger. She pulled herself up, her hands balling into fists.
“Do you find this amusing?” she snapped, her voice shaking with rage. “Do you enjoy watching my entire life come to an end p>
I stared down at her, my eyes locking onto hers. The air between us crackled with a dark, heavy tension.
“No,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous frequency that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards. “It’s just beginning p>
I didn’t break eye contact. Beneath my cold, unyielding exterior, my Lycan was pacing relentlessly in the dark hollows of my mind, its golden eyes burning with a terrifying, absolute certainty.
Mine. She is free. Finally. I will burn him from this world. I will claim what is MINE.
Adelina POV
Two hours had passed since we brought Carmella to the Penthouse Den. The sprawling living room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the fireplace and the vast New York City lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Empty pizza boxes and a half-empty bottle of Kain’s most expensive whiskey sat on the glass coffee table. Carmella was curled on the velvet sofa, her dark hair a tangled mess, clutching her cell phone with white-knuckled desperation. The air was a heavy, suffocating battlefield of scents — Kain’s ambient, orderly ancient cedar clashed violently with the thick, agonizing wave of rosemary and rain pouring from the dark corner of the room.
“Carmella, give me the phone,” I pleaded, reaching out. “Drunk dialing your cheating ex is a terrible idea. It won’t give you the closure you want p>