Chapter 301
Chapter 301:
Jase Davenport stood in the threshold. His scent — a suffocating, sour metallic tang of desperate ambition and bruised ego — polluted the room like a plague.
Carmella immediately stepped in front of my desk, using her slender, wolfless frame as a shield. “You are trespassing, Jase. Leave now before I call security p>
Jase didn’t even look at her. He shoved past her with brute Alpha force. His bloodshot eyes locked onto me with a frantic, manic fervor. “Adelina, I know,” he breathed, his hands trembling as he braced them on my heavy glass desk. “I spoke to Martha. I know about the reinforced steel vault. I know what Kira did to you p>
I sat perfectly still, my face an impenetrable mask of ice.
“I’m annulling the marriage,” Jase pleaded, his voice cracking with desperate hope. “I’m throwing her to the Council. Don’t you see? I know the truth now. It was you in that cellar. I saved you, Adelina! I was your hero p>
A cold, hollow laugh escaped my lips. “You didn’t save me, Jase p>
I stood up, my voice slicing through his delusion like a silver blade. “You dragged me out of one hell and locked me inside another. You built a cage of emotional abuse and gaslighting just so you could stroke your own ego and play the savior to your abuser. You are no hero p>
All the color drained from his face. The absolute rejection in my eyes shattered his desperate fantasy.
𝘙𝗲𝖼о𝗆𝗺en𝘥 𝘵𝘰 уo𝘶𝗿 𝘧𝗿іendѕ
But instead of accepting defeat, his bruised Inner Wolf lashed out. “You’re lying to yourself!” Jase roared, his desperation twisting into vicious denial. “Kain is gay! The entire continent knows it p>
He leaned over the desk, his face twisted into a pathetic sneer. “You think you can survive a sexless, fake marriage just to get back at Kira? Your revenge is done, Adelina. You proved your point. Now stop this sham and come back to me p>
He reached across the glass, his fingers lunging to grab my hand.
I slapped his hand away with a sharp, echoing crack. “You are pathetic, Jase p>
Before Jase could recover from the sting, the atmospheric pressure in the office plummeted to a freezing vacuum. The air grew so heavy it was hard to breathe.
Kain Blackwell stood in the open doorway.
He hadn’t brought a single Blackstone Warrior. He didn’t need to. His scent — a lethal, suffocating storm of ancient cedar and pure, unadulterated power — crashed into the room, instantly obliterating Jase’s sour metallic aura.
Kain moved with the silent, terrifying grace of an apex predator. He bypassed Jase entirely, stepping directly to my side. His massive arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my back flush against his hard chest in a deeply possessive, undeniable claim.
“Trespassing in my Luna’s office, Davenport?” Kain’s voice was a low, vibrating rumble that rattled the glass walls. A dark, mocking smirk curved his lips. “I suppose losing your empire wasn’t enough humiliation for one week p>
Jase stumbled back, his Inner Wolf whimpering under the crushing weight of the Lycan King’s aura. But his fractured pride made one last, suicidal stand.