Chapter 458
Chapter 458:
I know you disguised yourself as a degenerate Rogue named ‘Babe Vincent’ to trick her into signing a Mating Contract, Grant’s voice was a relentless hammer, shattering my carefully constructed reality. And most importantly, I know you didn’t just ‘win’ her from Jase Davenport. You used the Shadow Network. You systematically analyzed every pathetic flaw in Jase’s Alpha ego, orchestrated a series of accidents, and engineered his complete descent into madness just to push Adelina into your arms.
The silence in my office was deafening. The blood roared in my ears. My Lycan, usually so dominant and unyielding, recoiled in sheer shock. The righteous armor I wore — the illusion that I was Adelina’s savior — was stripped away in seconds.
How? I managed to push the single word through the link, my mind reeling.
White Wolf, Grant replied.
I stared blankly at the city lights flickering to life below. I was exposed. If Adelina ever discovered that her entire life, her heartbreak, and her ex-mate’s destruction had all been pieces on my chessboard, it would destroy our Mate-bond forever.
We are both monsters, Kain, Grant stated, his voice dropping to a gravelly, absolute truth. We are predators who will do whatever it takes to cage the women the Moon Goddess gave us. So here is the deal. I will not tell your precious Adelina that her King is a stalker who played her ex like a fiddle. In exchange, you will not interfere with how I secure my family.
𝘘𝗎𝖺li𝘁𝗒 𝗍𝗋а𝘯s𝘭𝘢𝘁𝗶𝘰𝗇𝘀 𝘰𝗇
It wasn’t a request. It was a pact forged in darkness.
I closed my eyes, the bitter taste of defeat coating my tongue. I was the Alpha King, but in this moment I was nothing more than a cornered beast.
Agreed, I sent the thought, heavy as lead.
Good, Grant replied. Enjoy your evening, Your Majesty.
The Mind-Link severed with a sharp snap, leaving me alone in the dimming office, the green numbers on the terminal blurring together. I poured myself a glass of bourbon. The amber liquid burned down my throat, but did nothing to warm the sudden, terrifying chill in my blood.
Jase POV
While Kain Blackwell sat in his ivory tower, untouched and victorious, I was drowning in the ghosts of my past.
The new alumni center at St. Jude’s Preparatory Academy smelled of old money, polished glass, and the faint, suppressed scent of teenage wolves. I stood in the center of the room, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my tailored coat. My Inner Wolf — broken and humiliated since Kain had systematically dismantled my life — clawed restlessly at the edges of my mind. I had come here looking for a piece of my former glory, a reminder of the untouchable Alpha heir I used to be.
Instead, I found a nightmare.
“As you can see, Mr. Davenport, our digital archives have been fully restored,” Headmaster Thompson, a blissfully ignorant human, droned on beside me. He swiped a hand across the massive interactive display wall. “We have photos dating back to your time here p>
I barely listened, my eyes tracking the shifting images. Then a photograph from the 2013 charity gala flashed onto the screen.
“Stop,” I commanded, my voice rough.
Thompson froze the screen. The image was high-resolution. In the center stood a younger, arrogant version of myself, accepting an award on stage. But my eyes were drawn to the shadows at the edge of the frame.