Chapter 323
Chapter 323:
Adelina Wolfe POV
The kiss lingered on my lips like a brand as we drove to the Blackstone Estate that Wednesday afternoon. Kain’s hand rested possessively on my thigh, his ancient cedar scent wrapping around me, stirring the bond’s electric hum. Last night’s fire had shattered our walls, but doubt still gnawed at me — wolfless, scarred, was I truly his equal?
We found Elder Maeve in the private rose garden, dozing on a wrought-iron bench beneath an ancient oak. Sunlight danced through blooming petals, their sweet fragrance mingling with Kain’s dominant presence. She stirred as we approached, her cloudy eyes lighting with fragile joy.
“Adelina, my girl.” Maeve patted the bench beside her. “Sit with your mate p>
R𝗲𝘢𝗱 on an𝘆 𝖽e𝘃𝗶се 𝘰𝗇
Before I could move, Kain pulled me onto his lap, his arm banding my waist like iron. Heat flooded my cheeks. “Kain — not in front of p>
He ignored me, his lips brushing the sensitive curve of my neck — the Marking spot. A shiver ripped through me; my wild roses and storm scent bloomed thick, laced with shy sweetness. Maeve beamed. “Such love! But the White Wolf line needs pups, dears. Soon p>
Kain kissed my knuckles, his golden eyes gleaming. “Soon, Elder. A pup of Lycan and White Wolf blood — our legacy p>
Mortification burned hotter, but Maeve’s evident gratitude softened it. “Thank you for crushing the Parrishes, Kain. You’ve given my girl her Pack back p>
He met her gaze, his voice solemn. “I swear on my blood and my crown, Elder. As long as I draw breath, the world that harmed her will burn at her feet. She is untouchable p>
The vow settled over me like balm, a profound sense of safety flooding through my chest. I stopped struggling and melted against him, his cedar scent enveloping me completely.
An hour later, in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the privacy partition rose with a soft hum. I twisted to face him. “That was embarrassing. Were you acting for Grandma’s benefit p>
His eyes darkened. “Who told you I was acting p>
Before I could retort, he caged me against the seat, his mouth claiming mine. The spark ignited instantly — heart pounding, blood boiling. I kissed him back, lost in the storm, my defenses crumbling once more.
Adelina Wolfe POV
Thursday morning light filtered through the penthouse master bedroom curtains, warming my skin as I stirred. Kain’s ancient cedar scent clung to the sheets—a reminder of last night’s fire, the kiss in the car, his growled vow. My body hummed with the mate-bond’s spark, but confusion twisted in my gut. No more walls, he had said. Yet I felt exposed, wolfless and fragile beside a Lycan King.
I slipped from the bed and pulled on a silk blouse, my fingers trembling at the memory. Footsteps sounded behind me—silent and predatory. Before I could turn, strong hands gripped my shoulders. Kain’s breath ghosted my neck, his cedar scent thickening, aggressive and possessive.
“Kain p>
His teeth grazed the sensitive spot reserved for the Marking, then sank in—not breaking skin, but firm and bruising. Pain flared, sharp and electric, his scent flooding my pores and branding me. I gasped, my body arching involuntarily, a shiver racing down my spine.