Chapter 364
Chapter 364:
I sat in the visiting booth, staring through the thick bulletproof glass. Kira Parrish sat on the other side, her prison jumpsuit swallowing her slight frame. Her cloying jasmine scent was completely soured by the rotting stench of pure, unadulterated terror. She was facing the ultimate punishment: being stripped of her wolf and cast out as a Rogue.
“Jase, please,” Kira sobbed into the heavy black receiver, her hands trembling against the glass. “You have to use your family’s lawyers. I did this for us. I had to protect you from Adelina’s manipulation p>
I picked up the receiver, my expression a mask of dead, freezing ice.
“There are no lawyers, Kira,” I said, my voice entirely devoid of emotion. “Davenport Tech is gone. My family is ruined. Kain Blackwell slaughtered my empire, and your father is bankrupt. We have absolutely nothing p>
The color drained from her face, her tears freezing on her pale cheeks.
“You didn’t protect me,” I growled. “You destroyed my life. You made me lose her forever.” I held her terrified gaze and delivered my final judgment. “I hope you die in this concrete box, alone and without a wolf. I hope the Moon Goddess forgets your name p>
I slammed the receiver down. Through the glass, I watched her terror violently mutate. Her sorrow twisted into a demonic, psychotic rage. She slammed her fists against the bulletproof glass and let out a feral, blood-curdling scream of pure vengeance as two Council Warriors dragged her away.
𝖱𝘰𝗆a𝗻𝗰𝖾 𝘢𝘯𝘥 р𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗂о𝗇 𝗼ո 𝘨𝗮𝗹ո𝗼𝗏𝖾𝗅ѕ.𝖼o𝘮
Adelina POV
Sunday night wrapped Manhattan in a crisp, romantic chill, but inside Kain’s black armored Maybach, the temperature was a scorching inferno.
We were parked on a secluded, tree-lined street on the edge of Central Park, having just left a dimly lit French bistro. The privacy partition was already raised, sealing us in a luxurious, soundproof cocoon. The air was thick with Kain’s intoxicating ancient cedar scent, heavy with the dark, possessive hunger of his Lycan.
“You are entirely too beautiful tonight,” Kain murmured, his voice a guttural vibration that sent a violent spark straight through me.
His large hands gripped my waist and pulled me onto his lap. His mouth crashed down on mine in a devouring claim that made my body melt entirely. His lips trailed down my jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against my collarbone. I arched into his touch, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, ready to surrender to the primal heat building between us.
Suddenly, a blinding beam of white light pierced the tinted window.
Rap. Rap. Rap.
The sharp sound of a heavy flashlight striking the glass shattered the moment.
Kain went completely rigid. The scorching heat of his touch vanished, instantly replaced by a terrifying, murderous Lycan aura. His Inner Wolf, violently interrupted mid-hunt, let out a dark, subsonic snarl that vibrated against my chest.
He gently shifted me off his lap, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked beneath his skin. He rolled the window down just an inch.
“License and registration. Step out of the vehicle,” a gruff NYPD officer demanded, shining his light directly at Kain’s glowing golden eyes.
Kain didn’t speak. He reached into his tailored suit jacket, withdrew his driver’s license, and placed it atop a solid, pitch-black metal card embossed with the Blackstone family crest. He slid them both through the gap.