Chapter 342
Chapter 342:
A hot flush of shame burned my cheeks. But beside me, Elder Maeve sat up straighter. The disoriented fog in her eyes vanished, replaced by a glacial, terrifying clarity.
“Let her in, Almon,” Maeve commanded, her frail voice brooking absolutely no argument.
We moved to the grand living room. The sheer scale of the marble floors and the towering fireplace dwarfed my mother as two Blackstone Warriors escorted her inside. Carolyn collapsed to her knees the moment she saw Almon.
“Lord Blackwell, please!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she crawled forward. “You have to help us! Kira is just a young girl. It was a stupid mistake! Have mercy on a desperate mother. We will be made Rogues p>
Almon looked down at her, a cold, amused smile playing on his lips. “A stupid mistake?” he repeated, his voice smooth but laced with lethal ice. “Tell me, Carolyn, why would the Blackstone family offer sanctuary to a criminal who attempted to murder my future daughter-in-law with lethal silver p>
Carolyn opened her mouth to plead, but Maeve cut her off.
“You dare speak of a mother’s love?” my grandmother spat, her voice echoing off the high ceiling. “Where was your mercy when you allowed your new husband to lock my feverish Adelina in that freezing cellar? You watched her suffer and did absolutely nothing p>
𝗧𝘩𝗼𝘂ѕ𝘢𝗻𝗱𝗌 of 𝗿𝖾𝖺𝘥еr𝘀 𝗼ո
The last shred of Carolyn’s loving mother façade shattered. Realizing her tears were useless against the impenetrable wall of the Blackstone family, the desperation in her eyes twisted into pure, venomous hatred.
She scrambled to her feet, her face contorted with rage, and pointed a shaking finger directly at me.
“You think you’ve found a pure White Wolf for your son?” Carolyn shrieked at Almon, her voice echoing hysterically. “She is a manipulative little slut! The night before she signed your precious Mating Contract, she was in Jase Davenport’s bed! He marked her! The Blackstone family is taking in a tainted, used Luna, and you will be the laughingstock of the entire continent p>
A collective, horrified silence fell over the room. The sheer audacity of the lie—a slander that could ruin a Luna’s reputation forever in our world—hung heavily in the air.
With a surprising burst of strength, Maeve grabbed her delicate blue-and-white porcelain teacup from the side table and hurled it. It shattered violently against Carolyn’s shoulder, hot tea and ceramic shards raining down on her outdated designer suit.
But it was Almon Blackwell’s reaction that sucked the oxygen from the room.
The former Alpha King slowly rose from the leather sofa. The temperature in the grand living room plummeted to freezing. His eyes flared with a brilliant, deadly Lycan gold. The scent of ancient parchment and power mutated into a suffocating, physical wave of pure, unadulterated murderous intent.
He looked down at the woman who had just slandered his family, his expression a mask of absolute, terrifying calm—the look of an executioner who had just finalized a death sentence.
Adelina POV
The delicate blue-and-white porcelain shards lay scattered across the marble floor, but the true destruction was radiating from Almon Blackwell.