Chapter 314
Chapter 314:
Carmella POV
The image of Jase Davenport curled on the freezing concrete, whimpering like a broken animal, burned into my retinas as Grant’s hand guided me into the back of his armored SUV. The heavy door thudded shut, sealing us inside a rolling fortress of black leather and tinted glass.
The silence in the cabin was suffocating. Grant sat beside me, his massive frame consuming too much space, his presence a heavy weight pressing against my chest. Desperate to break the tension and distract myself from the terrifying display of power I had just witnessed, I turned to him.
“Adelina and Kain…” I started, my voice trembling slightly before I forced it steady. “They looked truly happy tonight. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? That a Lycan King could actually fall in love with his Fated Mate p>
A low, mocking scoff vibrated deep in Grant’s chest. He reached forward and pressed a button on the center console. The thick black privacy partition glided up with a soft hum, completely isolating us from the driver and the outside world.
“Love?” Grant murmured, the word dripping with dark amusement. He turned his head, his gaze pinning me to the seat. “You are painfully naive, Carmella. My brother doesn’t love her p>
I blinked, confused. “But the way he protects her p>
“Is the way a dragon guards its most valuable hoard,” Grant interrupted coldly. “Adelina carries the dormant White Wolf bloodline. Kain has spent centuries searching for the perfect breeder to bear the ultimate heir. Every protective gesture, every display of affection you saw tonight — it is a calculated, years-long trap to secure that bloodline p>
𝖱е𝗮𝗱 wi𝗍𝘩𝗼𝗎𝗍 in𝘁𝘦𝗋𝘳𝗎𝗽𝗍i𝗈n𝘴 𝘰n
Ice flooded my veins. A sickening wave of horror washed over me as the illusion of Adelina’s fairy-tale romance shattered into jagged pieces. She was walking blindly into a cage.
I lunged for my purse resting on the seat beside me, desperate to grab my phone and text her a warning.
I didn’t even see Grant move.
His hand clamped around my wrist like a steel vice. With an effortless flick of his arm, he tossed my purse to the far end of the cabin. Before I could even gasp, he shifted his body, caging me completely against the door. He planted one hand on the leather headrest beside my face, his broad chest hovering mere inches from mine.
His scent — a potent, aggressive wave of rosemary and rain — swallowed all the oxygen in the car. It was the scent of a predator claiming its territory.
“In my presence, your attention belongs to me,” Grant growled, the sound vibrating from deep within his throat, laced with pure, unadulterated Lycan dominance. “Not my brother. Not his Mate p>
I stared up at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs. The terrifying display of speed and power instantly reminded me of the dark alleyway outside the restaurant. They were monsters wearing expensive suits.
“What did Kain whisper to him?” I breathed, my voice shaking as I looked into Grant’s eyes and watched his irises darken into a bottomless, midnight abyss. “What secrets are you Blackwells hiding that can shatter an Alpha’s soul p>
Grant didn’t answer with words.