Chapter 460
Chapter 460:
I stared out the tinted window at the gray sky. Kain thought he had won. He thought his secrets were buried. But I was going to rip his perfect, manufactured reality to shreds.
Adelina POV
While Jase Davenport was out there somewhere, drowning in his own pathetic delusions, I was wrapped in the absolute, suffocating safety of my Mate’s territory.
The Penthouse Den at Blackstone Tower hummed with the quiet whir of a medical-grade air purifier in the corner. The air was thick with Kain’s scent — a rich, intoxicating wave of ancient cedar that claimed every inch of the room. I sat on the edge of the sofa, watching my Lycan King transform our sanctuary into a war room for our future.
The coffee table was completely covered. Instead of art books, Kain had spread out ancient lunar phase charts, crumbling scrolls written in Old Lycan, and a sleek graphite tablet displaying my complex biometric reports.
𝘈𝖽𝖽𝘪𝖼𝗍𝗂𝘷𝗲 ոо𝗏е𝗹s 𝘰n
“Are you seriously cross-referencing my bloodwork with ancient astrology?” I asked, a mix of shock and amusement coloring my voice.
Kain didn’t look up, his golden eyes tracking a line of runic text. “Not astrology, little wolf. Biology and divine timing. The Pack Elders and Doctors have finished their analysis.” He tapped the tablet, bringing up a calendar. “The next full moon aligns perfectly with the spring equinox. It is the sacred window. Under the Moon Goddess’s blessing, a pup conceived on this night will inherit the absolute peak of both my Lycan strength and your dormant White Wolf bloodline p>
I stared at him. The sheer, obsessive magnitude of his planning was staggering. He wasn’t just trying for a baby; he was architecting a dynasty. My dormant Inner Wolf, usually so quiet, let out a soft, contented purr at the profound sense of belonging. He wanted our pup to be flawless, protected, and invincible.
“You are a madman,” I whispered, sliding off the sofa to kneel beside him.
Kain finally looked at me, his eyes darkening with that century-old possessiveness. “I am a King securing his legacy with his Queen.” He pulled me into his lap, his large hands mapping the curve of my waist.
Before he could kiss me, the encrypted satellite phone on the side table buzzed.
The warm cedar scent in the room instantly turned to ice. Kain’s jaw clenched. I glanced at the glowing screen. Dr. Chloe Monroe.
A spike of pure annoyance flared in my chest. “Just ignore it,” I muttered, unwilling to let her toxic presence ruin our peace.
Kain stared at the phone for a fraction of a second. Then, with a cold, deliberate motion, he reached over and hit the reject button right in front of me.
He closed his eyes, and the air pressure in the room shifted. I could feel the raw, crackling energy of his Mind-Link opening — he intentionally left the channel wide enough for me to hear.