Chapter 325
Chapter 325:
My Inner Wolf howled, a soul-shredding agony ripping through my chest. This wasn’t Adelina’s cruelty. It was Kain’s. The Lycan King had returned my plea as garbage—and me along with it. My knees buckled. I collapsed into the muck, fingers clawing at the ruined petals. No rivalry. No chance. Just annihilation.
Adelina POV
Morning light flooded the penthouse dining room. I sipped coffee at the obsidian table, the orchids’ absence quietly nagging at me. Kain lounged across from me, newspaper in hand, his ancient cedar scent crisp as a forest at dawn.
“Where are the flowers?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.
He lowered the paper, his golden eyes locking onto mine. He stood, closed the distance, and pulled me into his chest. “Their scent interfered with yours,” he rumbled against my ear, his voice a husky, possessive warmth. “In my den, I only want to smell you p>
Heat flooded me, wild roses blooming in my scent. My heart raced as I melted against him, a flicker of guilt passing through me—I had doubted his romance. His arms tightened, his lips brushing my temple.
Unseen behind him, his phone screen glowed on the table: Fletcher’s photo of the orchids ground into mud beside Jase’s driveway trash. Kain’s lips curved into a predator’s icy smile.
Adelina POV
At exactly ten o’clock on Friday morning, the muted flat-screen TV in my executive office at The Wolfe Hotel caught my eye.
𝘋𝘪s𝗰𝗼𝘷𝘦𝗋 𝗇𝗲w s𝘁o𝗋і𝘦𝘴 on ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝗆
I set down my pen, my breath hitching. On the financial news network, the ticker for Davenport Tech was bleeding red. A massive, jagged arrow pointed straight down, marking a sheer cliff drop in their stock price. The human analysts on screen were sweating, frantically discussing a coordinated, anonymous flood of sell-off orders. They called it a market anomaly.
I knew better. It was a financial hunt.
A cold shiver of awe, laced with a primal edge of fear, trailed down my spine. Kain hadn’t even left the penthouse this morning, yet he was systematically dismantling a powerful Alpha’s empire from the shadows. The sheer, invisible magnitude of the Lycan King’s power was terrifying.
My encrypted phone buzzed on the glass desk, shattering the quiet. It was Blake.
“Tell me you’re watching the massacre,” Blake purred the moment I answered, her voice practically vibrating with her Inner Wolf’s amusement.
“I’m looking at the ticker now,” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes from the plunging numbers.
“It’s a bloodbath,” Blake laughed. “I just got off the Mind-Link with Greg. Jase has completely lost his mind. He trashed his Alpha office—smashed his monitors, threw his crystal awards at the wall. Now he’s screaming at his legal team to file a massive lawsuit against the Parrish family for marriage fraud to recoup his assets.” She scoffed. “He’s literally shooting at Kira’s corpse p>
I leaned back in my chair, feeling nothing but cold disgust. Jase was desperately trying to burn down the world to mask his own failures.
“Let them destroy each other,” I said quietly.
By the time I returned to Blackstone Tower that evening, the adrenaline of the day had settled into deep exhaustion. The private biometric elevator hummed softly, its doors sliding open to the dim foyer of the penthouse den.