Chapter 402
Chapter 402:
Kain went completely rigid. The atmospheric pressure inside the cabin plummeted instantly, replaced by the terrifying, suffocating stillness of an apex predator seconds before a lethal strike.
My dormant White Wolf stirred, a sudden spike of alarm piercing my calm. I looked up at him.
Without breaking his gaze from the tinted window, Kain calmly reached toward the center console. He pressed a polished obsidian button. With a soft, mechanical hum, a thick bulletproof partition glided upward, completely sealing our rear cabin off from Henri and the driver’s seat.
“Kain?” I whispered, my brow furrowing in confusion.
He looked down at me. The loving, reverent man who had just handed me an empire vanished. In his place was the terrifying Lycan King. A chilling, unfamiliar smile curved his lips—a mask of absolute, murderous intent mixed with an overwhelming, dark possessiveness.
“I just don’t want you startled by the outside noise, my Queen,” he whispered, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble that sent a shiver straight down my spine.
Before I could even process the ominous weight of his words, his massive hands clamped tightly over my ears. He shoved my face hard into his solid chest, wrapping his massive body entirely around my fragile frame, burying me in the dark as we sped blindly toward the assassin’s trap.
Kain POV
I held my Queen tightly against my chest, feeling the rapid, frantic beating of her heart against my ribs. Her beautiful scent of wild roses and storm spiked with sharp confusion, but my Lycan Inner Wolf hummed with a dark, calculating satisfaction. She didn’t know that the deadly trap we were speeding blindly toward had been dismantled days ago.
A week ago, the air in my penthouse study at Blackstone Tower had been thick with the sour, rancid stench of terror. My Beta, Fletcher Banks, had intercepted Kira Parrish’s pathetic assassination plot through the Shadow Network. She had kidnapped Henri’s Fated Mate, forcing my loyal driver into an agonizing corner.
𝗝o𝗂𝗇 𝘁𝗁𝘦 c𝘰𝘮𝘮u𝗇іt𝘺 𝗮t.с𝗼𝘮
I hadn’t needed human proof. When I confronted Henri in my study, I could smell the betrayal and agony bleeding from his pores. He collapsed to his knees, weeping as he confessed everything. I looked down at him, offering a ruthless Alpha’s promise: “Cooperate, and my Warriors will bring your Mate home, unharmed. Betray me, and I will let them send you her head in a box p>
Henri became my perfect weapon. He played his part flawlessly, pretending to follow Kira’s orders. But my Gamma and his elite Warriors had already gutted the explosive device in the secure underground garage, removing the lethal silver shrapnel and C4. They left only the empty plastic shell and the GPS tracker to deceive the Rogue assassin, Silas “Viper” Kane. This morning, we had swapped the compromised Phantom for an identical, impenetrable decoy.
The heavy tires of our Rolls-Royce crushed the fallen oak leaves on the private road. We were passing the exact ambush coordinates.
In the dense, damp woods outside, I knew Silas was pressing that red detonator, waiting for a fiery explosion that would never come.