Chapter 461
Chapter 461:
Fletcher, Kain’s voice echoed in my mind, devoid of any emotion except lethal authority. Dr. Chloe Monroe is now designated a level-one threat to the Luna. Revoke all access passes, flag her name across all Blackstone assets globally, and have our legal team secure a permanent restraining order from both human and Pack courts by morning. She is not to come within five hundred yards of my Mate. Ever.
A profound, unshakable sense of security washed over me. He didn’t just choose me; he eradicated the threat entirely.
Dr. Chloe Monroe POV
The silence in my Park Avenue apartment was deafening.
I stared at my phone, the “Call Ended” screen burning into my retinas. He had rejected it. Kain Blackwell — the man whose mind I had meticulously studied, whose darkest secrets I had guarded — had just swiped me away like a meaningless insect.
The air in my living room smelled sour, tainted by my own expensive perfume and the bitter sweat of humiliation. I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white. If I couldn’t reach Kain, I would go after the pathetic, wolfless creature who had stolen my rightful place.
“Serena?” I said, forcing my voice into a smooth, conversational tone as the human socialite answered. “Darling, it’s Chloe. I need a tiny favor regarding your mother’s charity committee p>
“Oh, Chloe! Of course, what is it?” Serena chirped, completely oblivious to the venom running through my veins.
“The Blue Moon Charity Luncheon next month,” I said, my eyes narrowing at the city skyline beyond my window. “I need you to arrange the seating chart. Make sure Adelina Wolfe is seated at my table p>
𝗬о𝘶𝘳 d𝖺𝘪𝘭𝗒 dо𝗌e 𝗼f ոо𝘃𝘦𝗹s 𝘰𝗇 𝗴𝖺𝗹ոо𝗏е𝗅𝘴.c𝘰𝘮
“Consider it done,” Serena agreed easily.
I hung up, a cold smile stretching across my face. Adelina thought she had won. But in a room full of high society, I was going to rip her perfect little marriage apart with the truth of what Kain really owed me.
Adelina POV
Back in the den, Kain carried me to the massive bed, his lips trailing fire down my neck. I melted into his embrace, my heart lighter than it had been in years. Tomorrow, I had to prove myself as the true leader of the Wolfe Hotel Group. I reached over to the nightstand and set my alarm for 6:00 AM for the quarterly Pack Mind-Link conference, completely unaware of the trap waiting for me in the shadows.
Adelina POV
The 6:00 AM alarm sliced through the quiet hum of the Penthouse Den. I slipped out of Kain’s heavy, protective embrace, the lingering warmth of his skin trailing across mine, and moved to the adjacent study.
Closing my eyes, I pushed my consciousness outward and opened the secure Pack Mind-Link conference. Instantly, the mental space filled with the distinct presences of my Silvermoon Pack executives.
“Report,” I commanded, my mental voice ringing with the absolute authority of their Luna.
When Davis’s turn came, a wave of raw, unfiltered panic bled through the link. As the manager of my newly reclaimed flagship property in Philadelphia, he was usually unflappable.
“Luna, it’s a disaster,” Davis’s voice trembled in my mind. He pushed a mental projection toward us — a sharp, agonizing sensory memory.