Chapter 311
Chapter 311:
Grant was suddenly there, his massive frame blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights. He didn’t ask what was wrong. He didn’t demand explanations. He simply stepped into my space, letting his powerful, soothing scent wrap around my fractured mind and pull me back from the edge of the abyss.
His large, warm hands gently pried the sewing kit from my trembling fingers.
“Thank you, Carmella,” Grant murmured, his voice thick with a raw, heartbroken emotion I couldn’t decipher. “You are a better parent than I could ever be p>
He didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he laced his fingers through mine, his grip a silent, unbreakable anchor, and gently guided me out of the suffocating dressing room toward the dim, waiting silence of the auditorium.
Carmella POV
The dim, hushed atmosphere of St. Jude’s Academy auditorium did little to calm my racing heart. Grant’s hand was still wrapped firmly around mine as he guided me down the carpeted aisle. His scent of rosemary and rain was heavy and thick with a possessive edge that made the air around me feel suffocating. Lacking an Inner Wolf, I had no way to push back against his overwhelming presence. I desperately needed space.
In the front row of the VIP section, Adelina caught my eye and waved. She had saved two velvet theater seats beside her.
Grant moved to guide me into the row, but before he could take another step, a long leg clad in an expensive leather shoe shot out across the aisle, completely blocking our path.
Kain Blackwell didn’t even bother to look up. He sat with casual ease, yet the sheer, crushing weight of his ancient cedar scent hit us like an invisible wall of ice, instantly slicing through Grant’s aggressive aura.
𝖳𝗵𝘰𝘶𝗌𝘢ո𝗱𝗌 оf 𝗿𝖾𝘢𝖽ers o𝗇 𝗴alոo𝗏е𝘭ѕ.cо𝘮
“The seat next to Adelina is mine,” Kain stated, his voice a low, glacial rumble that left absolutely no room for argument. He gestured vaguely to the other side. “You can take the single one p>
I didn’t hesitate. Seizing the momentary distraction, I slipped my hand out of Grant’s grip, squeezed past Kain’s legs, and dropped into the seat beside Adelina with a quiet sigh of relief.
Grant’s jaw clenched. A flash of pure annoyance crossed his handsome features, but under the suffocating, absolute authority of the Lycan King, he had no choice. With a dark scowl, he moved to the isolated single seat. Kain offered his brother a slow, mocking smirk of victory.
Ten minutes later, the heavy red velvet curtains finally parted.
Jaxon stepped into the center of the stage, looking incredibly brave in his silver armor and the red velvet cape I had just mended. He held his plastic sword high.
Beside me, I felt the air pressure drop. Grant was staring directly at Kain. I couldn’t hear the private Mind-Link passing between the brothers, but the physical reaction was instantaneous. Kain went completely rigid. His ancient cedar scent suddenly spiked with a violent, blood-chilling murderous intent that made the hair on my arms stand up.
His hands gripped his knees so hard his knuckles turned white. He looked like he was fighting the urge to shift and tear Grant’s throat out. But after a tense, agonizing moment, Kain let out a harsh breath of defeat.