Chapter 333
Chapter 333:
I rushed forward, shielding Kira with my trembling body. But Bryan’s crazed eyes snapped to me. He pointed a shaking finger at my face, his voice dropping into a cold, crushing Alpha’s Command.
“Go to her hotel,” he ordered. “Show her your throat, Carolyn. Lick her boots if you have to. You’re an Omega—act like one. Beg her to save us p>
My weak Omega wolf whimpered. The thought of begging the daughter I had discarded made me physically sick, but the paralyzing terror of becoming a hunted, starving Rogue overrode my pride. I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks.
Adelina POV
An hour after my meeting, my desk phone rang with an urgent call from the lobby manager.
𝘋іsс𝗈𝗏е𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝘸 𝘀𝘁𝗼r𝗂еs 𝗈𝗇
When the private elevator doors slid open to the grand marble lobby, I found a pathetic spectacle. Carolyn was on her knees in the center of the room, her faded floral scent reeking of desperation. Wealthy Pack members and human guests had stopped to stare, their phones already recording.
“Adelina! Please!” Carolyn wailed the moment she saw me, crawling forward. “You have to stop this! Save your Alpha! Save your family p>
I stood perfectly still. In the past, her public manipulation would have crushed me. But wrapped in the invisible, absolute protection of Kain’s power, I felt nothing but cold, detached disgust.
I looked down at the woman who had birthed me.
“Bryan Parrish is not my Alpha,” I stated, my voice carrying clearly across the silent lobby. “And you stopped being my mother the day you let Kira lock me in that silver-lined vault p>
Carolyn froze, all the color draining from her face as the undeniable truth of her sins was broadcast to the world.
I didn’t give her a second to recover. I turned to the towering Pack Warriors flanking me.
“Remove this Rogue from my territory,” I commanded.
“No! Adelina, please!” Carolyn screamed as the two massive Warriors hauled her up by her arms and dragged her toward the revolving doors like a bag of trash.
I didn’t look back. I turned on my heel, walked back to the elevator, and severed the final, rotting thread of my past.
Jase POV
The Den of Whispers was a subterranean tomb built for broken kings. Located deep beneath the streets of SoHo, the exclusive club was a sanctuary for Alphas and high-ranking Pack members who needed to bleed in private. The ancient oak walls were lined with lead, completely severing the continental Mind-Link. The air was thick with the scent of aged scotch, expensive cigar smoke, and the sharp, acrid tang of stressed wolves.
I sat slumped in a shadowed leather booth in the furthest corner, staring at the financial reports scattered across the table. The red arrows indicating Davenport Tech’s plummeting stock blurred together. My Inner Wolf clawed weakly at my ribs, letting out a continuous, pathetic whine of territorial loss.
A shadow fell over the table. Lucas Thorne, a Beta from a powerful London Pack and one of my oldest allies, slid into the booth opposite me.
“You look like a corpse, Jase,” Lucas said quietly, his scent laced with genuine pity.