Chapter 392
Chapter 392:
Grant POV
She trembled violently against my chest, her wolfless body entirely shattered by the weight of a past I had tried so desperately to keep buried.
I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her damp hair. Her scent of rosemary and rain was soured with profound self-loathing and despair, but to my Lycan, it was the sweetest, most intoxicating victory. She was finally here, broken and desperate, exactly where she belonged.
She sobbed against my shirt, her resistance completely obliterated by the flames in the fireplace. She thought her darkness would drive me away. She didn’t realize I was the one who had built the cage.
I needed to give her an anchor, a reason to stay willingly in my den. I knew exactly which string to pull.
“We’ll find your past,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her temple. I tightened my iron grip around her waist, sealing her flush against my body. “We’ll find your son. Together p>
The words struck her like lightning. A ragged gasp tore from her throat, and she collapsed entirely into my embrace, weeping in absolute surrender. She clung to my lapels, burying her face in my chest, accepting me as her only savior.
My Inner Wolf let out a deafening, earth-shattering roar of triumph in my mind.
I would help her look for our son, of course. Because he was already here, waiting for his mother to finally come home. She had walked right into my den, and this time, I would burn the world to ash before I ever let her leave.
Grant POV
The fire crackled violently in the hearth of my Manhattan penthouse, casting long, dancing shadows across the hardwood floor. In the adjoining bedroom, Carmella was finally asleep, her wolfless body exhausted from the devastating weight of her tears.
𝗧𝗋e𝘯di𝗇𝗴 n𝘰𝘃е𝗅ѕ o𝗻
I stood before the flames, holding the unredacted medical file she had brought into my den. I didn’t hesitate. I tossed the thick stack of papers directly into the fire and watched the clinical black text curl and blacken — the only physical proof of the silver ambush and her stolen past turning to ash.
From the dark hallway, Leo stepped into the dim light of the living room. His Inner Wolf was completely subdued, head bowed in the presence of my volatile aura.
“Alpha,” Leo murmured.
“Confiscate her personal laptop and the encrypted USB drive,” I ordered, my voice a low, freezing rumble that barely disturbed the quiet room. “Wipe every server log from her stay at The Wolfe Hotel. And the dark web hacker she contacted — find him. Ensure he never touches a keyboard again p>
“It will be done before sunrise,” Leo replied, and slipped back into the shadows.
My Lycan purred — a deep, vibrating sound of absolute, obsessive satisfaction. The physical and digital paths to her past were eradicated. The cage was secure.