Chapter 335
Chapter 335:
I bypassed my usual contacts and dialed a heavily encrypted burner number—a syndicate of Rogue mercenaries who handled the darkest, most illegal intelligence gathering on the continent.
The line clicked open. No greeting. Just the sound of breathing.
“I need a ghost hunt,” I rasped, my voice trembling with a frantic, suicidal desperation. “Kain Blackwell. I want a deep dive into his human disguise. Focus on his years at Harvard Law School p>
I gripped the phone, my knuckles turning stark white.
𝘓а𝘁𝖾𝘴𝘵 сhaр𝘵𝘦𝗿s 𝘰ո
“Dig up his past. Find his secrets. Find the crack in his armor. I don’t care what it costs p>
Adelina POV
While Jase Davenport was likely tearing his ruined empire apart somewhere in the shadows of the city, I was sitting beneath the blinding light of a crystal chandelier in a grand ballroom.
The air was thick with champagne, expensive perfumes, and the mingling, competitive scents of hundreds of elite Alphas and Lunas. I sat beside Kain at the head table, sipping my sparkling water and trying to ignore the heavy stares directed at the Lycan King and his wolfless Fated Mate.
“There he is! The most terrifying man in North America p>
A loud, slurred voice cut through the elegant string quartet. Carter Shaw stumbled over to our table, his Lycan scent a chaotic, overpowering wave of expensive whiskey and pure, unadulterated joy. He slammed a heavy hand onto Kain’s broad shoulder, leaning in entirely too close.
“You know, Adelina,” Carter laughed, his eyes glassy as he pointed a finger at my husband. “Looking at him now, playing the fiercely devoted mate—it’s hilarious. Back in Harvard Law, he was the biggest monk in the history of the university p>
I blinked and lowered my glass. “A monk p>
That completely contradicted the continent-wide rumors of his reckless, scandalous lifestyle—the very rumors Kain claimed he had orchestrated to keep himself unmarriable.
“Oh, absolutely,” Carter snorted, oblivious to the sudden, lethal drop in atmospheric pressure around our table. “Four years of college, and the guy never went to a single party. He rejected every high-born She-Wolf who threw herself at him. We honestly thought his Inner Wolf was dead. He lived like a ghost p>
I turned to look at Kain. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscle ticked violently beneath his skin. His golden eyes were fixed on Carter, flashing with a dark, murderous warning that would have sent any sober Alpha running for their life.
But Carter was completely drunk and riding the high of his own wedding.
“He was a total machine,” Carter continued, leaning heavily against the table. “Right up until about three years ago. Something just… snapped in him. He disappeared for two days, and when he came back, he had gone and got this massive, bloody tattoo that would make a werewolf howl p>
CRASH.
The sharp, violent sound of shattering crystal ripped through the air.
Kain’s hand had clamped down on his water glass with such terrifying, uncontrolled force that it exploded in his grip. Water and jagged shards scattered across the pristine white tablecloth.