Chapter 456
Chapter 456:
Ignoring the generous prenuptial clauses that meant nothing to me, I picked up the heavy gold pen and signed my name at the bottom. Grant signed immediately after, his handwriting sharp and aggressive.
The entire ceremony lasted four minutes. Under the lawyer’s cold gaze, Grant picked up the platinum diamond ring. He didn’t ask for my hand; he simply took it. The metal was freezing against my skin. Then his large, unyielding hand closed over mine, physically forcing my fingers to slide his matching band onto his own finger. It was a silent, primitive display of Lycan possession. I felt entirely shackled, while the low, satisfied purr of his Inner Wolf vibrated through the quiet room.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell,” the lawyer murmured, quickly gathering the papers and exiting.
The moment the door clicked shut, Grant’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard chest. Before I could protest, a sharp, invasive pressure pierced my skull. As a wolfless human, I had no Inner Wolf and no natural access to the Pack’s telepathic network. But Grant was a Lycan. He forced his presence into my mind, acting as a conduit and dragging me into the Blackwell family’s private Mind-Link frequency.
He broadcast the image of our marriage certificate and the undeniable weight of his claim over me. So they know you’re real, his voice echoed darkly in my head. So they know you’re mine.
Instantly, a heavy, ancient presence pressed against my consciousness. It was Almon Blackwell, the Elder. Welcome to the family, Carmella, his thought resonated, carrying an approval that turned my stomach. I was being swallowed whole by their machine.
Yet amidst the mental noise, there was a distinct void. Kain Blackwell, the Alpha King, was completely silent. I knew he was in Norway with his Luna, isolated from the world, but his absence in the link felt like a loaded gun waiting to go off.
Grant severed the connection, leaving me gasping. I shoved against his chest, putting a foot of space between us. “It’s a transaction, Grant. Don’t dress it up as anything else p>
His eyes darkened with a terrifying mix of gentleness and lethal threat. “Call it whatever helps you sleep at night, Carmella. The terms remain the same. You get legal custody of Jaxon. You get the absolute protection of the Blackwell Pack. In return, you will be my Luna. You will maintain the perfect image for my political career.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “The result is the same. You are mine for the rest of your life p>
𝘙𝖾𝘢𝗱 𝘰𝗻 𝖺𝗇y 𝘥е𝗏i𝖼𝘦 о𝗇.с𝗼𝘮
An hour later, we sat in the suffocating silence of his armored Cadillac SUV as it pulled up to his Georgetown den. The moment the heavy front door opened, a small blur of motion launched down the hallway.
“Carmella!” Jaxon cried out, his little wolfless body colliding with my legs.
I dropped to my knees, burying my face in his soft hair and inhaling the sweet, innocent scent of my pup. Tears pricked my eyes. “I’m here, baby p>
Jaxon pulled back, his wide eyes darting between me and Grant. “Did you do it? Are you my mom now p>