Chapter 389
Chapter 389:
I placed my hand over his. My dormant White Wolf didn’t panic — she hummed with a glacial, calculated fury.
“No, my King,” I said evenly, holding his glowing golden gaze. “This is my trash. I’ll take it out myself p>
I pulled my laptop onto my lap and logged into my official Luna social account. I didn’t write a PR statement. I invoked the ancient, undeniable language of our kind.
I typed: “I, Adelina Wolfe, of the Blackstone Pack, hereby sever all bonds of blood and spirit with the Omega, Carolyn Parrish. The Moon Goddess is my witness p>
W𝘩at 𝗲𝘷е𝘳𝘺o𝗻e i𝘴 𝗿𝖾𝗮𝖽𝘪n𝗴 о𝗇
Below the ritual severance, I uploaded the unedited audio file of Edward Sterling desperately offering me five million dollars to drop the criminal charges. I hit post.
The internet exploded. Within minutes, the recording shattered Carolyn’s weeping mother facade entirely. The Blackstone Financial Empire’s algorithms caught the viral surge of the words “Luna” and “bribe,” instantly flagging Sterling stock as a catastrophic risk. I watched the financial ticker at the bottom of the screen plummet until trading was completely halted.
On screen, the broadcast abruptly cut to the interior of the courtroom.
Judge Marcus Thorne sat behind the high mahogany bench, his face pale with absolute fury. The viral recording had already reached his desk. He understood that this was no longer a simple theft — it was a human family’s arrogant challenge to the highest authority in the Pack world.
“The blatant attempt by the defendant’s family to obstruct justice and bribe the victim is abhorrent,” Judge Thorne’s voice boomed through the courtroom speakers.
At the defense table, Victoria Sterling trembled in a bright orange jumpsuit. Her arrogant, flawless facade had crumbled entirely, replaced by wide-eyed, suffocating terror. In the gallery behind her, Edward Sterling looked as though he had aged ten years in ten seconds, his face ashen as he realized his wealth and legacy had just evaporated.
Bang.
The heavy wooden gavel fell, sealing their fate.
“Bail is denied,” Judge Thorne declared. “The defendant is remanded to custody pending her felony trial p>
I closed my laptop. A profound, freezing relief washed over me. The Sterling empire was ash, and Carolyn had been permanently erased from my soul.
I leaned back against Kain’s hard chest. His massive arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him as he pressed a hot, reverent kiss to my temple.
“That’s my Queen,” he whispered, his Lycan immensely sated by my ruthless victory.
My war was won, and my den was finally secure. But across the city, in the quiet darkness of a therapy room, Carmella’s nightmare was only just beginning.
Carmella POV
The rhythmic, alternating flashes of the EMDR light bar swept back and forth across my field of vision. The quiet, unsettling stillness of Dr. Finch’s Upper East Side clinic faded away, swallowed by the heavy, rhythmic ticking of the metronome.
“Focus on the blank space in your memory, Carmella,” Dr. Finch’s voice drifted through the darkness, calm and anchoring. “Let the subconscious rise p>
I didn’t just remember it. I fell into it.