Chapter 339
Chapter 339:
The shock was too much for my wolfless body. My knees buckled, all the strength draining from my legs.
Before I could hit the stone floor, Kain caught me. He scooped me up effortlessly into his massive arms, burying his face in my neck as he inhaled my scent of wild roses and storm. Desperate to hide my vulnerable state from the wedding guests, he bypassed the main corridors entirely. He carried me through a hidden, narrow service staircase, the dim, flickering lights and the smell of old wood and dust blurring past as he took the stairs two at a time, driven by his Inner Wolf’s frantic need to get his Mate to the safety of a den.
He kicked open the heavy oak door of the master suite and carried me inside.
The room was thick with his ancient cedar scent. Kain gently set me down on the edge of the massive king-sized bed. But instead of towering over me, the most powerful Lycan King on the continent dropped to one knee on the thick carpet.
He looked up at me, his chest heaving, the torn shirt hanging off his shoulders.
“You. Are. Mine,” he stated, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of absolute, unyielding devotion.
𝖶еeklу 𝗿e𝘭𝖾𝘢𝘴𝘦𝗌 𝗼𝗻
Tears blurred my vision. The terror was gone, entirely consumed by the overwhelming, breathtaking weight of his love. With a trembling hand, I reached out. My fingertips lightly traced the black letters of the A.W. on his chest — a silent, absolute surrender to my King.
Kain’s breath hitched violently. A feral, desperate groan vibrated deep in his throat. His Inner Wolf was fighting a losing battle for control, desperate to Mark me right then and there. Abruptly, he stood, his jaw clenched tight, and practically sprinted into the marble bathroom.
Seconds later, the sound of the shower turning on echoed through the room. He was drowning his Lycan instincts in freezing water.
When he finally emerged, he was wearing a dark plush robe. The bed dipped under his massive weight as he slid in behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest.
For the first time, I didn’t freeze. I reached over, my hands gently gripping his thick forearm, holding him just as tightly. I closed my eyes, letting the intoxicating scent of ancient cedar lull me into a profound, absolute safety.
Because my eyes were closed, I didn’t see the robe fall open. I didn’t see the horrific, jagged surgical scars wrapping around the skin just above his right knee — hiding a dark, violent secret the Lycan King had yet to confess.
Adelina POV
Morning sunlight pierced the gap in the heavy velvet curtains of the master suite, casting a warm glow across the tangled black silk sheets. I woke up enveloped in the intoxicating scent of ancient cedar, Kain’s heavy arm draped securely over my waist.
As I carefully shifted to face him, my breath caught in my throat.