Chapter 388
Chapter 388:
I turned away from the counter. In the corner of the room sat a dented stainless steel municipal trash can, overflowing with greasy fast-food wrappers. Without a single moment of hesitation, I dropped the thirty-million-dollar sapphire — evidence bag and all — directly into the garbage.
The detective gasped, his eyes wide. “Ms. Wolfe! What are you doing? That’s a priceless p>
I peeled the silk gloves from my hands and dropped them into the trash on top of the necklace.
“What’s been touched by trash belongs in the trash,” I stated, my voice carrying the absolute, unquestionable authority of a Queen.
I didn’t need a heavy stone to prove my worth. The unbreakable Mate-bond tethering my soul to the most powerful apex predator on the continent was my only true crown. I turned on my heel and walked out of the precinct, leaving the stunned humans staring at a fortune buried in their garbage.
Minutes later, I slid into the back seat of the waiting armored Maybach. The heavy door thudded shut, instantly sealing me in the absolute privacy and intoxicating safety of Kain’s ancient cedar scent.
I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message to my Mate: Tell your lawyers — no plea deals. Full prosecution.
Almost instantly, a warm, electric spark flared in my chest. Through our bond, I felt the dark, rumbling purr of Kain’s Lycan, immensely sated and fiercely approving of my ruthlessness. Victoria’s fate was sealed.
But my war wasn’t over. I switched screens and dialed a private medical number.
“Dr. Finch’s office,” a receptionist answered softly.
R𝖾ad 𝗐𝘪𝘵𝘩𝗈𝘶𝗍 i𝘯t𝘦𝘳r𝘂р𝗍iо𝘯𝘴 o𝗻 𝘨а𝘭ո𝘰𝗏𝖾𝗅s.соm
“This is Adelina Wolfe,” I said, watching the Manhattan traffic blur beyond the tinted window as the Maybach pulled into the flow of the city. “Has Carmella Golden arrived for her appointment p>
“Yes, Ms. Wolfe. Dr. Finch just took her back to the therapy room to begin the EMDR session p>
I lowered the phone, a cold resolve hardening my spine. I had just taken out my own trash. Now it was time to help my best friend dig through the ashes of her stolen past.
Adelina POV
While Carmella was preparing to unearth her stolen past in Dr. Finch’s clinic, I was forced to confront the lingering rot of mine.
The following morning, Kain and I sat on the plush velvet sofa in the penthouse den, our eyes fixed on the massive flat-screen. Outside the Manhattan Criminal Court, a sea of reporters swarmed the barricades. Carolyn Parrish stood before the microphones, wearing an outdated Chanel suit and a mask of fabricated tears.
“Adelina has always been jealous of Victoria’s academic achievements,” Carolyn sobbed, playing the victimized Omega to perfection. “This was just a malicious prank between girls. But since becoming a Luna, my daughter has grown cold and ruthless. She has abandoned her own mother to the streets p>
Beside me, Kain went completely rigid. His ancient cedar scent spiked with a suffocating, murderous intent. His Lycan Inner Wolf was roaring for blood, unhinged by the public disrespect toward his Mate. On my phone, I could already see Sterling-funded trolls flooding social media, spinning conspiracies about Lycan abuse of power against vulnerable humans.
Kain reached for his encrypted phone. “I’ll have Fletcher silence her p>