Chapter 264
Chapter 264:
Adelina POV
The morning sun spilled across the Master Den at Blackstone Tower, illuminating the laptop screen on the nightstand. I stared at the string of zeros. Jase Davenport had actually done it. The wire transfer had cleared, bleeding his Pack dry to cover his massive gambling debt.
Kain stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. The room instantly filled with his scent — purifying ancient cedar mixed with the rich aroma of the fresh coffee he handed me. His molten gold eyes gleamed with a predator’s pride as he looked at the screen.
“He paid,” I murmured, the power of the victory thrumming in my veins.
“An Alpha’s pride is a fatal flaw,” Kain rumbled, his chest brushing my shoulder. “What’s your next move, little wolf p>
I traced the edge of the coffee mug, my mind already constructing the battlefield. “I want to take this victory to the final stage. Jase and Kira’s wedding p>
Kain’s hand paused on my waist. His expression darkened, the Lycan King weighing the tactical risk. “An Alpha’s wedding is sacred ground, Adelina. Crashing it isn’t just a scandal — it’s a warzone. Every Pack on the continent will be watching, and the media will tear it apart p>
𝘠о𝗎𝗋 𝗱aіl𝗒 dо𝗌𝗲 o𝗳 ո𝘰𝘃е𝘭s оn
I turned to face him, my heart steady, completely devoid of the fear that had chained me for ten years. “I’m going to present this money as my wedding gift. A public declaration of their financial ruin. I want to draft surrender terms disguised as a charity donation.” I reached up, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. “I’m not afraid of a warzone. Not when you are my ultimate weapon p>
A dark, thrilling growl vibrated in Kain’s chest. His Inner Wolf was practically purring at the bloodlust. “Then let’s draft a treaty they’ll choke on p>
Carmella POV
Miles away, the deafening roar of I-95 traffic did nothing to drown out my panic. White smoke billowed from the hood of my Audi. I checked my watch, my stomach twisting into tight knots. I was going to be late for the board meeting I had called — a meeting crucial to establishing my footing after Quentin’s betrayal. Being wolfless meant I had to work twice as hard to command respect, and standing on a highway shoulder like a stranded damsel was a disaster.
I gripped the pepper spray in my purse as a massive black armored SUV pulled up behind me, its hazard lights flashing rhythmically.
The door opened, and a man stepped out. He wore a navy polo and dark slacks, but it was his sheer presence that suffocated the air. Then the scent hit me — rosemary and rain. It cut straight through the acrid exhaust fumes, sparking an inexplicable, unsettling familiarity deep in my chest.
“Car trouble?” His voice was a low, smooth baritone that demanded absolute attention.
“I’ve called for a tow,” I lied, taking a cautious step back.