Chapter 459
Chapter 459:
Standing near the exit was Kain Blackwell.
He wasn’t looking at the stage. He wasn’t looking at me. His eternal, unchanging face was half-hidden in the dim light, but his eyes were locked onto a young girl in a volunteer t-shirt handing out programs.
Adelina Wolfe.
The blood in my veins turned to ice. Even through a decade-old digital image, my Alpha instincts recognized that look. It wasn’t casual interest. It was the dark, suffocating, century-old possessiveness of a Lycan who had just found his prey.
Mine. The silent roar echoed in my head.
Kain hadn’t just stumbled upon Adelina recently. He had been hunting her for ten years.
“Send a high-res copy of this to my private server, Thompson,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “For my personal collection p>
I stared at the image, zooming in on Kain’s predatory gaze.
Everything I thought I knew about my past was a lie. The sudden, inexplicable pull I had felt toward Kira Parrish all those years ago — the obsession that made me reject Adelina, my true Mate — it hadn’t been natural. Kain had orchestrated it. He had pushed Kira into my path, playing my Alpha ego like a cheap instrument, just to clear the board so he could claim Adelina.
But the rabbit hole went deeper.
The 𝘣𝖾s𝘵 𝗋𝘦𝗏і𝖾𝗐s 𝗈𝘯 ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝘮
My mind raced back to the Silvermoon Pack estate. The Silver Storeroom.
I had always dismissed it as Kira’s cruel, jealous childhood prank. She had locked Adelina in a room filled with pure silver artifacts. But silver was lethal — it burned our kind, suppressed our abilities, and could sever a wolf from its human half. What if it hadn’t been just a prank?
Kain had been watching. He must have known about Adelina’s dormant White Wolf bloodline. He needed her weak. He needed her broken. He had allowed — or perhaps even instructed — Kira to use the silver to poison Adelina, suppressing her Inner Wolf and forcing her to live as a pathetic, wolfless outcast. He had orchestrated her torment just so he could swoop in a decade later as her savior.
The sheer magnitude of the manipulation turned my stomach. I wasn’t just a defeated rival; I was a pawn in a Lycan’s psychotic, ten-year chess game.
My hands shook as I pulled out an encrypted burner phone and dialed a number that didn’t exist on any official Pack registry. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered.
“Davenport. You’re a long way from the top p>
“Shut up and listen,” I snarled, my broken wolf surging with a new, paranoid focus. “I need your best Rogues. I want every piece of dirt on Kain Blackwell and Adelina Wolfe’s movements over the last ten years. And I want a deep dive into the Silvermoon Pack — find out exactly what happened during the Silver Storeroom incident p>
“That kind of digging against the Alpha King will cost you everything you have left,” the Rogue warned.
“Do it,” I ordered, and cut the connection.