Chapter 356
Chapter 356:
I didn’t step back. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his damp hair and pulling his mouth down to mine. The kiss was a brutal, predatory collision. There was no gentleness—only the raw, desperate claim of a King finally taking his throne. He backed me against the freezing glass overlooking the city, his hands mapping every inch of my wolfless body as if proving to his Inner Wolf that I was real. I surrendered completely to the storm, anchoring myself to his broad shoulders as we plunged into an all-consuming, breathtaking union that finally granted my soul true Soul’s Peace.
Hours later, the midnight city glow filtered through the steam rising from the oversized marble bathtub.
I sat between Kain’s legs, my back resting against his hard chest. The warm water lapped at our skin, but the tension radiating from his massive frame was undeniable.
“I need you to know the monster you’ve accepted, Adelina,” Kain murmured, his voice heavy with a dark, hesitant gravity. “A year ago, when Jase tried to fly back to London to stop you from leaving… I orchestrated the no-fly zone over the North Atlantic. I grounded his jet p>
I turned my head slightly, my breath catching.
𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯
“I systematically dismantled the Parrish family to leave you with nowhere to run but my den,” he continued, his grip tightening possessively on my waist. “I froze Jase’s credit. I bought that billboard on Wall Street to publicly execute his pride, simply because he dared to send you Moon Orchids. I manipulated the world to trap you p>
He fell silent, his Lycan bracing for my horror, waiting for the inevitable Rejection.
Instead, a soft, genuine laugh bubbled up in my chest. I turned around in the water, my fingertips tracing the dark, jagged ink of the A.W. tattooed over his heart.
“You burned down empires to get to me, Kain,” I whispered, looking up into his stunned golden eyes. “I’d expect nothing less for my King p>
The breath rushed from his lungs. The last shred of his fear evaporated, replaced by a profound, unbreakable devotion.
When morning sunlight pierced the suite, the warmth of the tangled silk sheets was interrupted by the frantic buzzing of my phone.
I sat up and pulled the device to my ear. It was the general manager of The Wolfe Hotel.
“Ms. Wolfe, have you seen The Howl?” he asked, his voice breathless with shock. “Security footage from this hotel’s top-floor hallway was leaked. It’s Jase Davenport. He’s screaming, pounding on a door, completely unhinged. He’s the laughingstock of the continent. And the financial networks just announced Blackstone Financial Empire completed a hostile takeover of Davenport Tech overnight p>
I lowered the phone, the screen flashing with the brutal, undeniable headlines.
The bedroom door clicked open. Kain strolled in, shirtless, the morning light catching the lethal grace of his muscles and the permanent brand of my initials on his chest. He held two steaming mugs of coffee, a lazy, satisfied predator’s smirk curving his lips.
Looking at him, I felt no fear. The nightmare of my past had been entirely eradicated, ground into dust by the man handing me my morning coffee. I took the mug, a terrifying, absolute sense of safety settling deep into my bones as I prepared to face the ashes of the enemies he had destroyed for me.