Chapter 299
Chapter 299:
“It’s too late, Jase,” I said, my voice dead and hollow.
I ended the call and immediately blocked the number.
The moment I set the phone down, the air in the bedroom plummeted to freezing. The ambient scent of ancient cedar mutated into a violent, suffocating wave of pure, territorial rage.
Kain hurled his files and gold-rimmed glasses onto the hardwood floor. Before I could even gasp, he lunged.
He flipped me onto my back, his massive body caging me against the mattress. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his grip like iron shackles. His eyes were entirely pitch black, his Lycan roaring at the surface, enraged by the phantom scent of another Alpha daring to claim my attention.
“You. Are. Mine,” he snarled, the sound vibrating straight through my bones.
Then his mouth crashed down on mine.
It was a punishing, possessive claim — no gentleness, no pretense of a Bond Simulation. His kiss devoured mine with a force that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
My initial struggle died beneath his crushing weight. As his ancient cedar scent drowned my senses, a horrifying realization shattered my last defense. The rumors had been a lie. I hadn’t married a safe, indifferent ally. I was trapped in a cage with a starving beast, and his desire for me was terrifyingly real.
𝘞𝘩𝗮t 𝗲𝘷er𝘺𝘰n𝖾 𝗂𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮di𝗻𝗴 𝗼n
Adelina POV
When that long, punishing kiss finally broke, I was left trembling, my lungs burning as I gasped for air. I shoved against his chest with all the meager strength my wolfless body possessed, but it felt exactly like pushing against a wall of solid granite.
Scrambling backward, I didn’t stop until my spine hit the freezing headboard. Like a cornered, terrified animal, I yanked the heavy black silk duvet up to my chin, cocooning myself entirely. I refused to look at him. I refused to speak. The air in the master bedroom was thick with his ancient cedar scent — a suffocating blend of victorious satisfaction and a faint, bitter edge of remorse at my palpable terror.
Kain didn’t press his advantage. He remained on his side of the mattress, but his heavy, ragged breathing echoed in the silent room like a beast’s low growl — a constant, terrifying reminder of the insurmountable power gap between us.
I was locked in a golden cage, and the predator had the key.
The next morning, bright sunlight sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm stripes across the tangled bed. I was already awake, but I kept my eyes firmly shut, feigning sleep to avoid the awkward, terrifying reality of the night before.
The mattress shifted. I felt Kain’s massive frame lean over me. His ancient cedar scent was no longer aggressive or territorial — it was as tranquil and crisp as a morning forest.
Soft lips pressed against my forehead. It was a gentle, hesitant kiss, entirely devoid of possession. Pure, unadulterated tenderness.
Instinctively, my feigned-sleeping body betrayed my mind’s defenses, leaning closer to his radiating warmth.