Chapter 341
Chapter 341:
“By the time we extracted him, the silver poison was eating its way to his heart,” I continued, staring at the floor. “The Pack Doctors and the Healer were unanimous—they had to amputate the leg to save his Inner Wolf. But when Kain woke up in the ICU, he refused to sign the consent forms. He chose to risk death p>
“Why?” Maeve whispered, tears pooling in her eyes.
“Because he had already found her scent,” I replied, looking up. “He told the Healer, ‘A crippled king cannot drop to one knee before his future queen.’ He endured two years of hellish, bone-scraping surgeries and brutal physical therapy just to walk toward her whole p>
Tears spilled down Maeve’s wrinkled cheeks. The disoriented fog in her mind cleared, replaced by a profound understanding of the terrifying, obsessive love the Lycan King harbored for her granddaughter.
Adelina POV
The moment the glass balcony door slid shut behind Kain as he stepped outside to take an urgent business call, I scrambled out of bed.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My fingers flew across the screen, searching for any news of Kain Blackwell from three years ago—stock fluctuations in the Blackstone Financial Empire, rumors of his absence, anything at all.
The results were a complete, unnatural void. There was nothing. The Blackstone Pack’s massive PR machine had scrubbed the internet clean. He had erased his trauma from the world.
Rеco𝘮𝗺𝗲𝘯d t𝗼 уо𝗎𝗿 𝘧𝗋𝗶е𝗇𝘥𝘴
I stared at the blank screen, my chest tightening so painfully I could barely breathe. He had suffered unimaginable agony—a trauma laced with lethal silver—and he was carrying that horrific burden entirely alone, hiding it behind a mask of invincibility.
I set the phone down, my eyes hardening with a fierce, unwavering resolve. I was no longer just a broken Omega hiding behind his power. I was his Luna. I would not let him bear his demons in the dark anymore.
I dressed quickly in a soft cashmere sweater, determined to find my grandmother in the sunroom and ground myself before I began dismantling the Lycan King’s deepest secrets.
Adelina POV
It had been a few days since I discovered the horrific, silver-laced scar on Kain’s leg. I hadn’t confronted him yet, needing to gather my own strength before dismantling the Lycan King’s deepest, darkest secrets. Instead, I sought refuge in the sunroom with my grandmother, desperate for a moment of quiet grounding.
The afternoon sun was warm, the air carrying the scent of dry herbs and the Earl Grey tea resting on the table between us. I was reading a book of poetry aloud when Almon Blackwell suddenly stiffened in his floral armchair. His golden eyes glazed over for a fraction of a second—a Mind-Link from the estate’s security.
He tapped a hidden panel on the wall, bringing up the security feed. My stomach plummeted.
Outside the massive obsidian and steel gates of the Blackstone Estate, Carolyn Parrish was screaming at the guards and throwing her weight against the iron bars. Even through the screen, I could practically smell the sour, rotting desperation clinging to her faded floral scent. Bryan had thrown her out to save himself, and Kira was facing a Council trial for using silver. She was cornered, staring down the barrel of becoming a hunted Rogue.