Chapter 450
Chapter 450:
I laughed softly. Blake was currently enduring a blind date with Senator Alistair Hayes.
I literally dropped my fork on the plate as loud as I could and asked if he was trying to bore me to death, the next text read. And then, he laughed! A real laugh, Addie. He said he was just checking to see if I had any teeth.
I smiled at the screen, genuinely thrilled that my fierce best friend might have finally met a man who could match her fire.
But my brief moment of levity vanished the second Kain reappeared at my side.
The intoxicating warmth of his ancient cedar was completely gone. In its place was a freezing, tomb-like deadness that made the hair on my arms stand on end. I reached out and slipped my hand into his. His skin was like ice.
𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝘦 𝗰𝘰𝗺𝘮𝗎𝗇𝘪t𝗒 𝘢𝗍
Through our fully cemented Mate-bond, a terrifying wave crashed into my soul — a flash of profound, agonizing grief, instantly swallowed by a cold, apocalyptic rage.
“Kain?” I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “What is it p>
He didn’t look at me. His golden eyes were fixed blindly on the marble floor, his jaw locked tight. When he finally spoke, his voice was a flat, emotionless void that frightened me far more than any roar ever could.
“Jase Davenport didn’t get my medical files,” Kain stated, the words chilling the air between us. “He got something worse. He found the sealed security logs from the night my mother died p>
The room seemed to tilt beneath my feet.
Kain slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting mine with a terrifying, glacial calm. “He also knows our exact itinerary for Tromsø next week p>
Kain POV
The steady hum of the Gulfstream G650’s engines was the only sound in the quiet cabin. Outside the reinforced windows, the jagged, snow-capped Norwegian coastline slipped past in the dark, illuminated only by the faint, ethereal glow of the aurora borealis.
On the cream leather sofa beside me, Adelina slept peacefully, curled beneath a heavy cashmere blanket bearing the Blackstone crest. I let my ancient cedar scent saturate the air around her completely, forming a heavy, invisible shield that ensured her dormant White Wolf felt nothing but absolute Soul’s Peace.
She had no idea that thousands of feet below us, in the frozen forests outside the Tromsø valley, a dead man was waiting in the dark.
Jase Davenport actually believed he was the hunter. Ever since he had unearthed the sealed security logs from the night of my mother’s death, his broken Alpha Inner Wolf had mutated into a rabid, obsessive delusion. He was convinced I was an ancient monster controlling Adelina with dark magic. He thought this isolated romantic getaway was his perfect execution ground.