Chapter 324
Chapter 324:
He pulled back, his golden eyes dark with satisfaction. “Mine,” he rumbled, his thumb tracing the red mark. Shame burned my cheeks, but heat pooled low—traitorous and undeniable.
Two hours later, following a video conference in my Alpha Office at The Wolfe Hotel, my assistant entered with arms full of massive moon orchids. Their cool, ethereal scent filled the room. A black envelope nestled among the leaves: Forgive me, written in gold foil.
My lips curved into a genuine smile. Kain’s clumsy apology for the bite—old-school romantic. Sweetness bloomed in my chest. Tonight, I would thank him properly.
At six p.m., I burst into the penthouse living room, hugging the bouquet. Kain lounged on the sofa, the Wall Street Journal in hand. His eyes flicked to the flowers; the paper crumpled silently, his cedar spiking with icy pressure. But his face smoothed into a perfect smile.
“They’re beautiful,” I beamed, thrusting them forward. “Your forgive-me gift? So thoughtful p>
In𝘵е𝘯𝗌𝗲 𝗋𝗈𝘮ance on.с𝗼𝗺
He rose and pulled me into his arms. “Anything to see my Queen smile.” His voice was velvet thunder. I rose on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek, my heart soaring.
As I turned toward the kitchen, the air chilled. Kain stepped onto the Eyrie Terrace and slid the soundproof glass door shut behind him. Eyes closed, he sent a silent Mind-Link: Find Jase Davenport. Bring him to the dungeons. I want him to understand the price of touching what’s mine.
Adelina POV
I slipped into the master bedroom, the massive bouquet of Moon Orchids now safe in the kitchen vase. A soft smile lingered on my lips—Kain’s apology was clumsy and sweet. Through our fragile mate-bond, a faint chill hummed, pulling my gaze toward the Eyrie Terrace.
Through the soundproof glass, Kain stood alone in the biting night wind, Manhattan’s lights glittering below like distant stars. His face was a lethal mask, his golden eyes shut as his lips moved silently. The bond echoed his Mind-Link, dark and venomous: Find Jase Davenport. Bring him to the dungeons. I want him to understand the price of touching what is mine.
My heart stuttered. Jealousy? Over flowers? I shook it off, warmth blooming in its place. He was possessive—for me. I climbed into bed and buried my face in the pillow, inhaling his ancient cedar scent. Whatever storm brewed outside, I was safe here.
Jase POV
Friday morning sunlight pierced the master suite of my Hamptons villa like an accusation. I woke with a pounding skull, coffee mug in hand, and shuffled to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the private driveway.
At the far end, near the wrought-iron gates by the municipal trash bin, a flash of sacred white caught my eye. My mug shattered on the hardwood. Barefoot, I bolted downstairs and sprinted down the gravel path.
There they were—my Moon Orchids, the ones I had handpicked for Adelina, pleading to the Goddess for our mate bond. They hadn’t been tossed in the bin. They had been stomped into the mud, their petals crushed and filthy. The black envelope stood pristine amid the wreckage like a gravestone: Forgive me.