Chapter 413
Chapter 413:
I blinked, the heavy fog of sleep instantly vanishing. I was still drowning in the euphoria of becoming Kain’s true Mate; Pack politics were the last thing on my mind.
Before I could formulate a response, Kain shifted. His massive hand gently took the phone from my grasp.
“Elder Maeve,” Kain’s voice rumbled — dripping with the respect owed to an Elder, yet laced with the absolute, unyielding authority of an Alpha King. “Consider it done p>
His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the subtle shift in the air as he opened a Mind-Link to his Gamma. Send the Warriors. Cleanse and mark the Glade. I want it fully integrated into our borders before sunset.
He handed the phone back to me, his decisiveness sealing the physical merger of our Packs. My grandmother murmured her profound approval before hanging up. Kain hadn’t merely passed her test — he had obliterated it.
“You didn’t have to do that so quickly,” I whispered, tracing the hard lines of his jaw.
“I would burn the world down if it pleased you, little wolf,” Kain murmured. He reached for an ancient wooden chest on his side of the bed, extracted a faded velvet box, and popped it open.
Inside rested a massive, uncut moonstone. It seemed to breathe in the morning light, radiating a soft, ethereal glow.
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“The Tear of the Goddess,” Kain explained, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Worn by every Luna of the Blackstone bloodline. A reward, my Queen, for accepting every dark, twisted part of my soul p>
Tears pricked my eyes. The sheer weight of his devotion shattered whatever fragile walls I had left. I pulled him down and captured his lips in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of promises and forever.
Kain pulled back just enough to fasten the heavy silver chain around my neck. The moment the cold moonstone touched my collarbone, a strange, thrumming warmth flooded my veins — not merely the heat of the stone, but a subtle hum that whispered to something ancient and dormant deep within my body.
Two hours later, the roar of the Gulfstream G650’s engines vibrated beneath my feet.
The private jet was a flying palace of cream leather and polished mahogany. I sat in an oversized leather recliner, watching the Teterboro tarmac shrink away through the window.
“Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked, turning to look at my Mate.
Kain poured two glasses of chilled champagne, his Lycan aura practically purring with anticipation. “The Isle of the White Wolf,” he said smoothly, handing me a crystal flute. “A private sanctuary in the Aegean Sea — the cradle of the White Wolf bloodline, protected by ancient magic. No Pack politics, no Rogue threats, and no Mind-Links can penetrate its borders p>
He leaned closer, his scent wrapping around me like a protective shield. “For the next two weeks, there is no Jase Davenport. There is no Kira Parrish. Just you, me, and the Moon Goddess p>