Chapter 313
Chapter 313:
The scent of milk, fresh grass, and pure dependence wafted from him. Lacking an Inner Wolf, I couldn’t purr to soothe him, but my heart melted completely, filling a hollow ache in my chest I hadn’t realized was there. I dropped to my knees and hugged him tightly, tears pricking my eyes. Over Jaxon’s shoulder, I caught Kain flashing a wicked, knowing smirk at Adelina. I didn’t need a Mind-Link to know the Lycan King was mercilessly mocking his brother’s rejection. Grant cleared his throat and lowered his empty arms, though his gaze remained surprisingly warm as he watched us.
Twenty minutes later, our convoy pulled up to the discreet, elegant entrance of a Michelin three-star restaurant in Midtown.
Kain stepped out first, offering his hand to Adelina. But the moment her expensive heels touched the red carpet, a shadow violently detached itself from the damp, narrow alley beside the brick building.
“Adelina p>
The stench hit me before I fully processed the man’s face—a nauseating mix of sour metal, rotting ambition, and pure despair. It was Jase Davenport. He looked completely unhinged, his clothes disheveled and reeking of cheap alcohol.
Before Jase could get within three feet of her, two Blackstone Pack Warriors materialized like ghosts from the shadows and slammed the fallen Alpha face-first into the brick wall.
“I lost everything for you!” Jase roared, struggling pathetically against the massive Warriors. “I rejected Kira! I gave up the Davenport empire! I did it all for you, and you left me with nothing p>
Adelina didn’t flinch. She stepped out from behind Kain’s protective bulk and looked down at Jase with the cold, detached disgust one might reserve for roadkill.
S𝘩𝗮𝗿𝘦 𝘺𝗼𝘂𝗋 𝘁ho𝘂𝗀h𝘁𝘀 оո
“You lost your company because of your own arrogance, stupidity, and your insistence on protecting abusers,” Adelina stated, her voice a flat, emotionless void. “Your downfall has absolutely nothing to do with me. And your desperate, pathetic display of love isn’t touching, Jase. It’s an insult p>
At her words, the last flickering embers of Jase’s Alpha scent completely extinguished.
But the humiliation only twisted his despair into venom. He bared his teeth, his bloodshot eyes darting to Kain. “Is this what you want, Lina? A sham marriage? Would you really rather be a prop for a fucking gay Lycan than p>
The air pressure plummeted.
Kain didn’t roar. He didn’t shift. He simply raised a single finger. The Warriors immediately released Jase and stepped back.
Kain closed the distance with slow, predatory grace. He leaned down, his lips hovering just inches from Jase’s ear. I couldn’t hear a single syllable of what the Lycan King whispered.
But the reaction was instantaneous and horrifying.
All the blood drained from Jase’s face. His pupils dilated until his eyes looked entirely black, consumed by a primal, mind-shattering terror. He began to tremble violently, his knees buckling beneath him.
Kain straightened up, his expression utterly bored, and offered his arm to Adelina. They walked through the heavy oak doors of the restaurant without looking back.
Behind them, Jase slid down the damp brick wall and collapsed onto the freezing concrete, curling into a ball and letting out a pathetic, animalistic whimper.
I stood frozen by the SUVs, clutching Jaxon’s crystal trophy to my chest. A cold shiver raced down my spine as I stared at the broken Alpha on the ground, terrified of whatever dark, world-ending secret Kain Blackwell was hiding.