Chapter 457
Chapter 457:
I swallowed the lump of grief in my throat and forced a bright smile for my son. “Yes, Jaxon. From now on, I am your mom. Forever p>
Jaxon cheered, throwing his arms around my neck again. I held him tight — my only solace in this nightmare. But as I hugged my son, I looked up over his shoulder.
Grant stood in the entryway, watching us with a faint, predatory smile. He reached behind him, his hand wrapping around the brass deadbolt of the heavy oak door. With a slow, deliberate motion, he turned it.
The heavy metallic clack of the lock echoed through the foyer like a cage snapping shut.
𝘋o𝗻’𝘁 𝘮i𝗌s 𝗇𝖾𝘄 𝗿еl𝖾a𝘴𝖾𝘀 о𝘯 ѕ.𝗰о𝗺
Kain POV
The silence I left in the Blackwell family Mind-Link was intentional. While the rest of the Pack welcomed my brother’s sudden, inexplicable bride, my Lycan was pacing in the back of my mind, snarling with suspicion.
I stood in my penthouse office at Blackstone Tower, the Manhattan skyline bleeding into the colors of dusk behind me. On my massive desk, the Bloomberg terminal flashed green, signaling the final regulatory approval of a three-billion-dollar acquisition I had just closed. But my focus was entirely on the encrypted, brother-to-brother telepathic frequency I was currently forcing open.
The air in my office was thick and suffocating with my own ancient cedar scent, turned sharp and bitter with cold fury.
Grant, I projected, my Alpha King command lacing every syllable. Cut the bullshit. You’ve spent seven years drowning in grief, rejecting the Moon Goddess’s second chances, and now you elope with a wolfless human? Explain the madness.
Across the distance, Grant’s mental presence was a wall of impenetrable ice. Carmella wasn’t coerced, Kain. She wanted her pup, Jaxon. I simply gave a desperate mother the one thing she wanted most — a home.
My Lycan let out a low, vibrating growl. Do not insult my intelligence, I snapped back. You are a Lycan. We do not do charity. You are either unstable, or you are plotting something that will drag the Blackwell name through the mud.
There was a pause. When Grant’s voice echoed in my skull again, the calm facade was gone, replaced by something lethal and terrifyingly precise.
Careful, little brother, Grant murmured, his tone dripping with dark amusement. Do not throw stones from a glass throne. You want to talk about madness? Let’s talk about how noble the Alpha King truly is.
A cold prickle of unease washed over my skin.
I know about the girl, Kain, Grant continued, his mental grip tightening. I know about your ten-year obsession with Adelina Wolfe. I know you’ve been watching her since she was a teenager in a prep school uniform.
My breath hitched. My hands gripped the edge of the mahogany desk so hard the wood groaned.