Chapter 442
Chapter 442:
Victor didn’t answer me. He shoved Isabelle forward. With a brutal, desperate kick to the back of her knees, he forced his sister down onto the cold carpet directly in front of my desk.
Isabelle gasped, her face deathly pale, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and profound humiliation.
“Apologize to the Luna,” Victor ordered, his voice trembling with a frantic, animalistic panic. He looked at me, his eyes pleading for his very life. “Tell her you’re sorry for your disrespect. Do it now, Isabelle, or he’s going to kill us all p>
I stared at them, completely stunned. I didn’t understand what kind of apocalyptic force could make a proud Wall Street dynasty grovel on my floor. But my wild roses and storm scent remained steady and unyielding.
“I… I apologize, Ms. Wolfe,” Isabelle choked out, her voice barely a whisper, her manicured hands trembling against the carpet. “For my disrespect p>
“Get out,” I said, my voice a flat, emotionless void.
𝘐ո𝘀t𝖺n𝘵 𝗮c𝖼e𝗌ѕ 𝗈𝘯 ѕ.𝖼o𝗆
Victor let out a ragged sob of relief. He didn’t even wait for his sister — he scrambled to his feet and practically crawled out of the office, fleeing as if the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels.
Isabelle slowly pushed herself up from the floor. The physical submission was over, but as she smoothed down her skirt, the humiliation in her eyes violently morphed into pure, unadulterated malice. She couldn’t fight me with money or power anymore, so she chose a weapon far more lethal.
She stopped at the doorway, a twisted, venomous smile curving her lips.
“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Isabelle whispered, her voice dripping with pity. “You think the Lycan King destroyed my family because he loves you p>
I stiffened. “Leave, Isabelle p>
“Dr. Chloe Monroe,” she said, the name slicing through the air like a silver blade.
My breath hitched.
“Chloe told me everything,” Isabelle continued, her eyes locking onto mine with sadistic glee. “Kain is a monster, Adelina. His Inner Wolf is a traumatized, dark beast that has lived for centuries. Chloe is the only woman who has ever been able to soothe him. He truly loves her p>
“You’re lying,” I snapped.
“Am I?” Isabelle tilted her head. “The Pack Elders would never allow a human to be the Lycan King’s Luna. He needed a political pawn. A convenient, naive girl with a White Wolf bloodline to secure his throne and appease the Council p>
She took one step back into the hallway.
“He didn’t choose you for your soul, Adelina,” she hissed, her words echoing in the quiet office. “He chose you because you have the exact same eyes as Chloe p>
Adelina Wolfe POV
The sun had already dipped below the Manhattan skyline by the time I returned to the Penthouse Den at Blackstone Tower.
I didn’t go to the kitchen. I walked straight into the master suite, pulled a small leather overnight bag from the closet, and began shoving in a few changes of clothes and my toiletries. My dormant White Wolf wasn’t howling in agony — she was coiled tight, driven by a glacial need for self-preservation. I refused to be the collateral damage of his history.