Chapter 399
Chapter 399:
I slowly turned my head and pinned him with a freezing, golden glare that drained the color from his face. I didn’t speak aloud. I tapped into the Pack Mind-Link, my voice a dark, subsonic roar in his skull.
I’m done with this farce. I’m going to my Mate.
Fletcher’s eyes widened. “Kain, you can’t. The Elders p>
I didn’t let him finish. I downed my whiskey in one burning swallow and slammed the crystal glass onto the table. The sharp crack of heavy glass against wood silenced the immediate area. Ignoring the stunned stares of the continent’s most powerful Alphas, I shoved past the crowd and walked out of the suffocating cage. No tradition would keep me from my Queen.
Adelina POV
The warm, golden light of the penthouse living room offered little comfort against the cold dread pooling in my stomach.
I sat on the plush white rug, staring at the glowing screen of my phone. Carmella hadn’t texted back since I left her apartment. The decrypted medical file was burned into my memory. Transferred to Blackstone Pack NICU. My hands trembled. Seven years ago, Grant Blackwell had returned with a motherless pup — Jaxon. The timeline, the silver ambush, the absolute physical certainty with which Jaxon had crashed into Carmella’s legs and called her “Mom.” The terrifying truth was staring me in the face, but it was a secret so explosive it could tear the Lycan King’s family apart. I couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet.
𝘞е𝖾𝗄𝘭𝘺 𝗋𝗲𝘭e𝖺𝗌е𝗌 𝗼n
Tap. Tap.
I gasped, my head snapping toward the floor-to-ceiling glass doors of the terrace.
Standing in the biting Manhattan night wind was Kain. He had ordered the security chief to kill the perimeter sensors, slipping onto the terrace like a lethal, ancient shadow.
I scrambled off the rug and unlocked the glass door, pulling him inside.
“Are you crazy?” I hissed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “It’s bad luck. You’re supposed to be at the Vault. The Moon Goddess is going to be furious if we see each other before the Marking p>
Kain didn’t care about the Goddess. He kicked the glass door shut, sealing out the city noise, and his massive hands gripped my waist, hauling me flush against his hard chest. The intoxicating wave of his ancient cedar scent swallowed me whole, instantly calming the frantic anxiety in my veins.
“You are my only religion, little wolf,” Kain growled, his voice a dark, vibrating purr of absolute possession.
His mouth crashed down on mine in a devouring, desperate claim that silenced every protest. The electric spark of our Mate-bond exploded across my skin. My dormant White Wolf melted into his overwhelming dominance, understanding that to this Lycan King, I was far more sacred than any ancient rule.
He kissed me until I was breathless, his Inner Wolf finally sated by the taste and scent of his Fated Mate.
Slowly, he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. His chest heaved as he fought the primal instinct to carry me to the bedroom.
“I will leave you to rest,” Kain murmured, pressing a hot, lingering kiss to my temple. “I will see you at the altar, my Queen p>