Chapter 285
Chapter 285:
“You’re begging a ghost, Jase,” I replied, stepping back and pulling my silk gown from his grasp. “The girl who loved you died a long time ago, and you helped bury her p>
My rejection shattered the last fragile thread of his sanity. His Inner Wolf snapped, howling in a blinding mix of betrayal and self-disgust. Jase stumbled to his feet, his scent souring into a putrid, metallic tang of desperate delusion.
“You still love me!” Jase roared, his face twisting with agony. “You have to! The Moon Goddess brought you to me first p>
Before he could take another step toward me, the shadows shifted.
Kain moved with terrifying, silent speed. He stepped directly to my side, his massive frame an impenetrable shield. The atmospheric pressure in the ballroom plummeted to a freezing vacuum. His scent — a suffocating, heavy wave of ancient cedar and pure, unadulterated power — crashed over Jase, completely crushing the Davenport Alpha’s pathetic aura.
Kain didn’t even look at the broken man in front of us. He looked down at me. His molten gold eyes burned with a fierce, possessive fire, but beneath the surface of the Lycan King, I saw a flicker of raw, agonizing tension. He needed to hear it.
“Tell him, Adelina,” Kain rumbled, his voice a low, vibrating command that sent a shiver straight to my core. “Tell him who your heart belongs to now p>
Dі𝘀𝘤𝗈𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘩𝗂𝖽de𝗻 𝗴е𝘮ѕ 𝗈n ѕ.co𝗺
I turned my gaze back to Jase’s agonized, twisted face.
“I only ever loved a memory, Jase,” I said clearly, ensuring every Pack elite in the room heard my final verdict. “But now, I love Kain p>
I didn’t wait for Jase’s reaction. I reached up, grabbed the lapels of Kain’s midnight-blue suit, and pulled him down to me. I pressed my lips fiercely against his.
A deep, guttural growl vibrated in Kain’s chest. His massive arms wrapped around me like iron bands, lifting me completely off the floor as he devoured my mouth. The electric spark of our mate-bond exploded, wrapping us in a profound, undeniable Soul’s Peace.
“Yes! Finally!” a sharp, triumphant cheer rang out from the stunned crowd. Blake Davenport.
When Kain finally set me down, keeping me tucked securely against his side, I glanced at Jase. He had collapsed back onto his knees. The last spark of life in his eyes had completely extinguished. He was a hollow shell, left alone in the wreckage of his own making.
“We are leaving,” Kain murmured, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back.
We turned and began to walk toward the heavy oak doors of the ballroom. We were halfway there when a frantic, furious voice tore through the silence.
“You can’t do this!” Bryan Parrish lunged forward from the crowd, his face purple with rage. He pointed a shaking finger at Kain’s broad back. “I will appeal to the Continental Council! You defiled a sacred Mate-bond ceremony p>
Kain didn’t break his stride. He didn’t even bother to look back.