Chapter 379
Chapter 379:
“You didn’t specify what time the armistice begins, my Queen,” he growled against my lips, exploiting the loophole with ruthless Lycan efficiency. His mouth crashed onto mine in a punishing, deeply possessive kiss that shattered my rules and reasserted his absolute dominance.
I melted against him, my dormant White Wolf humming in quiet approval — until the sharp buzz of the intercom sliced through the tension.
Kain pulled back, a lethal warning flashing in his eyes at the interruption.
I reached past him and hit the speaker button, my breath still slightly uneven. “Yes p>
“Ms. Wolfe,” my assistant stammered, her voice tight with nerves. “Victoria Sterling is in the lobby. She is demanding to see you immediately p>
The lingering heat in my veins vanished, replaced by a sudden, glacial calm. The soft, flushed mate disappeared, and the Luna took her place.
I looked up at Kain. The annoyance on his face mirrored the cold anticipation settling in my chest.
“Send her up,” I told the assistant, my tone leaving no room for argument. I released the button and offered Kain a dangerous, razor-sharp smile. “It seems the Sterling family has brought its trash to my territory p>
𝗗о𝘸𝘯l𝗼𝗮d P𝗗𝗙𝘴 𝖿𝘳𝘦е о𝘯
Adelina POV
The heavy walnut doors of the Alpha Office swung open. Victoria Sterling marched in, a cloud of cloying, expensive human perfume instantly clashing with the intoxicating blend of ancient cedar and wild roses and storm that claimed this space.
She bypassed me entirely, her eyes locked hungrily on Kain. But before she could even reach the edge of the mahogany desk, Kain’s gaze snapped up. The sheer, suffocating weight of his Lycan aura struck her like a physical wall. She faltered, her bravado crumbling, and was forced to retreat onto the white leather guest sofa.
“Adelina,” she began, her voice trembling with practiced fragility. “It’s about Carolyn. Your mother cries in our attic every night. Her Omega scent smells of rotting petals and despair. How can you live in luxury while abandoning her like a Rogue? It’s hardly fitting for a Luna’s mercy p>
I didn’t flinch. Instead, a cold, unfamiliar cruelty — the absolute authority of a Queen — laced my words as I offered her a razor-sharp smile.
“A Rogue belongs in the gutter. If the Sterlings tire of their pet, that’s where she’ll end up p>
Pure spite flashed across Victoria’s face. Her emotional manipulation shattered, she immediately pivoted to her backup plan. She shifted her body entirely toward Kain, crossing her legs to showcase her figure.
“Mr. Blackwell,” she purred, lowering her voice into what she clearly believed was a seductive register. “I’ve been following your European acquisitions. As a Wharton finance graduate, I must say — brilliant strategy. Perhaps we could meet privately over coffee and discuss financial models p>
She shot me a venomous, pitying glance, looking at me as though I were a simple-minded, wolfless primitive incapable of comprehending their intellect.
I didn’t get angry. I simply leaned back against the desk, deeply amused, and waited to see how my Mate would handle this particular pest. Kain’s face remained a mask of stone, but his ancient cedar scent spiked sharply with the icy, terrifying bloodlust of an apex predator.