Chapter 259
Chapter 259:
I sat in the back of Kain’s Rolls-Royce Phantom, the soft black leather a stark contrast to my midnight-blue velvet dress. The bulletproof glass sealed us in a private, tension-filled bubble, completely isolating us from the chaotic blur of the New York streets.
Fletcher Banks caught my eye in the rearview mirror. A playful, knowing smirk touched the Beta’s lips.
“Our long-lost Luna,” Fletcher teased, his crisp citrus scent cutting through the quiet cabin. “You have no idea how peaceful the mind-link has been lately. For years, whenever you were out of sight, the Alpha’s Inner Wolf would practically howl in agony through the link. It gave the rest of us a massive migraine p>
Kain went completely rigid beside me. His storm-gray eyes shot a lethal, freezing glare toward the rearview mirror.
“Your wolf has been drinking too much moonshine, Fletcher,” Kain stated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that desperately tried to maintain his untouchable Lycan King facade.
I looked at Kain, my heart executing a sudden, frantic flutter.
“Professor Albright told me the truth,” I said softly, shifting closer to him. “About my First Shift. It was you who saved me, Kain. Not Jase p>
Kain’s jaw clenched. He looked out the window, his ancient cedar scent thickening with uncomfortable restraint. “It was a minor favor. You were in pain p>
Fletcher snorted from the driver’s seat, completely ignoring his Alpha’s discomfort. “Minor? The ambulance was stuck in gridlock. He carried you and sprinted three blocks through human streets, risking exposing his Lycan speed to the entire world p>
𝘞𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘯
“Two blocks,” Kain corrected sharply, a faint, uncharacteristic flush touching his sharp cheekbones.
I reached out, my fingers gently wrapping around his massive, warm hand. “Why did you leave before I woke up?” I whispered, the question burning in my throat. “Why let Jase take the credit and trap me for years p>
Kain finally turned to look at me. The impenetrable mask of the King vanished, revealing a centuries-old, agonizing ache in his molten gold eyes.
“When you opened your eyes, you were already looking at him — at Jase,” Kain rasped, his voice breaking with a quiet devastation. “I saw your soul recognize an Alpha. My only duty was to ensure your safety, Adelina, even if I had no right to claim you p>
Tears blurred my vision. He had stepped back, swallowing his own soul-crushing agony, simply because he believed I had chosen someone else. I squeezed his hand, the electric spark of our mate-bond wrapping around us in a profound Soul’s Peace.
“You are a terrible liar, Kain Blackwell,” I whispered, a watery smile touching my lips. He wasn’t cold; he just loved too deeply to demand anything in return.
The Phantom glided to a halt in Tribeca. We stepped out onto the pavement and approached an unmarked obsidian door guarded by two towering Blackstone Warriors.
The moment we crossed the threshold into The Obsidian Club, the atmosphere shifted violently. The air was thick and oppressive, saturated with expensive whiskey, Cuban cigars, and the heavy, competitive scents of top-tier Alphas posturing in the dim light.