Chapter 463
Chapter 463:
Thirty minutes later, I was sitting in the back of a heavily armored Pack SUV, watching Blackstone Tower shrink in the rearview mirror. A surge of fierce independence rose in my chest — I was ready to tear this rival Alpha apart with my own hands.
But as the vehicle merged onto the morning highway, I remained completely oblivious to the truth. I had no idea that the moment the elevator doors had closed behind me, Kain had opened an untraceable, encrypted Mind-Link. I didn’t know he had immediately deployed the Shadow Network — his most elite, lethal covert operatives — with strict orders to ghost my every move, infiltrate the Red River Pack, and execute anyone who so much as looked at me wrong.
I thought I was riding into battle alone, entirely unaware of the invisible, deadly web of the Lycan King’s protection already spinning around me.
Adelina POV
By 11:00 PM, I was standing in the Wolfe Hotel Penthouse Suite, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the brick warehouse next door. Even from up here, I could feel the maddening, low-frequency sonic weapon vibrating through the soles of my shoes, accompanied by the faint, hostile scent of the Red River Pack.
I picked up the encrypted tablet on the mahogany desk and dialed.
“Alpha Marcus Thorne,” I said, my voice laced with the absolute, icy authority of a Luna. “Turn off the weapon and vacate the premises. This is your only warning p>
𝘙еаd 𝖿𝗿𝗲𝖾 𝘯𝗈𝘷𝘦lѕ 𝘰n
A low, mocking chuckle echoed through the speaker. Even over the phone, his voice carried the foul illusion of rust and rotting meat. “Or what, little Luna? You’ll cry to your Mate? A lone she-wolf shouldn’t wander so far from her King’s protection. The nights are full of hungry Rogues p>
The line went dead.
My dormant White Wolf didn’t cower — she bristled with a cold, queenly fury. Marcus thought I was just a wolfless figurehead. He was about to learn that a Queen doesn’t need claws to sever a head.
I didn’t call Kain. Instead, I opened a secure line to Washington, D.C.
“Grant,” I said when Kain’s brother answered. “I have a situation. A rogue Alpha is destabilizing the Federal Supernatural Zoning Act in Philadelphia. If this escalates, it will bleed into human society p>
Grant’s Lycan intellect caught the underlying strategy instantly. “Consider it handled, Adelina p>
Before sunrise, Grant, acting under the Senate Oversight Committee, brought the full, crushing weight of the federal government down on City Planning Director Evans.
At 9:15 AM the next morning, I stood by the window with a cup of tea, watching a joint task force of federal agents and local SWAT swarm the warehouse. The sonic weapon fell silent. Alpha Marcus Thorne was dragged out in heavy iron cuffs, his Alpha Inner Wolf caged and humiliated by the human laws he thought himself above.
Silvermoon had won, and I hadn’t shed a single drop of blood.
By 10:03 AM, the adrenaline of victory had faded, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming wave of nausea that sent me rushing to the penthouse bathroom.
Panting, I gripped the edges of the white marble counter and stared at the plastic stick resting near the sink.
Two pink lines.