Chapter 385
Chapter 385:
Fifteen minutes after Kain issued his command, my phone began to vibrate violently against the mahogany desk.
It was a barrage of texts from Blake Davenport. I unlocked the screen, my dormant White Wolf watching with cold satisfaction as the digital execution unfolded in real time. The Howl had just published a massive, continent-wide exclusive — complete with high-definition photographs — exposing Victoria Sterling’s theft of a sacred Luna artifact.
But Kain’s wrath wasn’t limited to our world. A breaking news notification from the Wall Street Journal slid across my screen. The headline read: Twilight of an Empire: The Sterling Trust’s Hidden Bankruptcy.
I scrolled through the social media feeds. Victoria’s accounts were being obliterated by thousands of furious Pack members and human users alike. Her so-called luxury lifestyle was being dissected, her designer goods exposed as cheap imitations, her social standing reduced to absolute zero in a matter of minutes.
I looked up. Kain was standing calmly by the window, hands in his pockets, gazing down at his city like an ancient god who had casually decreed the end of a mortal bloodline.
I walked over and leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk. Kain stepped behind me, wrapping his massive arms around my waist and pulling my back flush against his hard chest.
“Right now, Edward Sterling is realizing he didn’t raise a thief,” Kain murmured, his voice a low, deeply satisfied rumble against my ear. “He raised a fool who declared war on a god p>
W𝘦 u𝗉𝖽𝘢𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗏𝖾𝗋𝘺 𝘸𝖾е𝗸 о𝗇
I closed my eyes, easily picturing the chaos erupting inside the Sterling townhouse. Edward, his face purple with rage, smashing a priceless antique vase against the parlor fireplace. Storming up the stairs, kicking down Victoria’s bedroom door, tearing through her Hermès bag — and finding the heavy, icy weight of the Blackstone Sapphire. The undeniable proof that his daughter had just dragged their entire family into the abyss.
Outside, the wail of sirens multiplied, converging rapidly on the Upper East Side.
Kain’s encrypted satellite phone rang. He answered it, his expression a mask of flawless, terrifying composure as he listened to the detective on the other end.
“Tell your District Attorney that this isn’t just a theft,” Kain stated, his voice dropping to a frequency so cold it could freeze the soul. “This is an act of aggression against my Pack. She will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of human law. And then she will face ours p>
He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his tailored suit jacket.
I looked up at him, the intoxicating scent of his power wrapping around my wild roses and storm. For the first time, I truly understood the absolute magnitude of what it meant to be his Queen. It meant an impenetrable shield of protection — and the total, merciless annihilation of anyone who dared to scratch it.
“The NYPD is breaching their gates,” Kain said softly, his golden eyes meeting mine. “Let’s go home, my love. I want to watch the broadcast from our den p>