Chapter 453
Chapter 453:
Adelina POV
While the rest of the world tore itself apart in power struggles and Pack politics, the Tromsø valley was a sanctuary of ice and starlight.
I sat curled on the custom leather sofa inside our isolated glass igloo, wrapped tightly in Kain’s heavy cashmere coat. Above us, the aurora borealis painted the Arctic sky in sweeping ribbons of violet and emerald. But my eyes were glued to the glowing screen of my encrypted tablet. As the new owner of the Wolf’s Claw Hotel Group and Kain’s Luna, I had to prove my worth. A border Alpha was actively disrupting my newly established trade routes, and I was in the middle of drafting a severe warning.
A heavy, intoxicating wave of ancient cedar washed over me. Kain stepped into my peripheral vision, his presence alone enough to make the air crackle with static. Without a word, he plucked the tablet from my fingers, snapped it shut, and tossed it onto a side table far out of my reach.
“Hey,” I protested, sitting up. “That’s Pack business. I need to handle p>
“It is our time, little wolf,” Kain rumbled, his voice laced with the irresistible, heavy vibration of an Alpha’s Command.
M𝗼rе 𝗇𝘰𝗏e𝘭s on
I bristled instinctively, though my body traitorously wanted to melt into him. “Kain, my trade routes are being threatened. I can’t just ignore p>
“They were secured three days ago,” he interrupted, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I sent Fletcher to pay that Alpha a personal visit. He is now exceedingly eager to cooperate p>
I stared at him, breathless. He had orchestrated it all behind the scenes, clearing every obstacle just so I could have this perfect, undisturbed peace. The sheer, absolute power he wielded was staggering. Defeated by his overwhelming protection, I let out a long breath and leaned back against the cushions.
“Turn over,” Kain murmured, his hands gently but firmly guiding me to lie flat on my stomach against the soft leather.
Before I could question him, his large, warm palms pressed into my tense shoulders. I let out an involuntary gasp. His thumbs found every knot of stress I had accumulated over the past brutal weeks, working through the muscles with a terrifyingly precise, rhythmic pressure. It wasn’t merely a massage — it felt like an ancient art.
“Goddess, Kain,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pure relief washed over me. “Where did you learn to do that p>
His hands stilled for a fraction of a second. When he spoke, his voice was a raw, gravelly whisper that sent a shiver straight down to my soul.
“The Blackstone archives,” he confessed softly. “For the past few months, I have been studying the oldest scrolls on Luna care. I even consulted Dr. Evans p>
I twisted my head to look at him, my heart skipping a beat. “Dr. Evans? The Pack Doctor? Why p>