Chapter 464
Chapter 464:
A breathless gasp escaped my lips. My hands flew to my flat stomach. I was pregnant. I was carrying Kain’s pup — an heir with the blood of a Lycan King and a White Wolf. A profound, earth-shattering sense of Soul’s Peace washed over me, a divine gift straight from the Moon Goddess herself. I had to tell Kain. I needed to hear his voice, to feel his joy through our bond.
Twenty minutes later, I was in the back of the armored Pack SUV, speeding down the Schuylkill Expressway toward the airport. My fingers trembled with excitement as I dialed Kain’s encrypted number.
He answered on the first ring. “Adelina.” His deep voice was tight with suppressed worry and a fierce, aching longing.
“Kain,” I breathed, a massive smile breaking across my face. “Everything is handled here. But I have a surprise for you p>
“A surprise?” The dangerous edge in his tone softened, melting into the warm ancient cedar scent I could almost smell through the phone. “Tell me, my Queen p>
“I took a test this morning. Kain, I’m p>
іn𝗍еո𝘴𝖾 ro𝗺𝖺𝗇𝗰𝖾 𝗼𝘯
Out of the corner of my eye, a massive shadow eclipsed the morning sun.
An unmarked eighteen-wheel truck tore across the median, hurtling toward the side of my SUV in a blind, suicidal trajectory. There was no time to swerve. No time to breathe.
A short, piercing scream ripped from my throat.
Then the world exploded.
The deafening shriek of tearing metal and shattering bulletproof glass drowned out Kain’s frantic voice. The sheer force of the impact crushed the side of the SUV, violently hurling me into a vortex of smoke, crushing pressure, and agonizing pain.
The phone slipped from my bloody fingers, tumbling into the wreckage as the darkness swallowed me whole.
Kain POV
The deafening shriek of tearing metal echoed through the phone, followed by a sickening crunch. Then the line went dead.
But the true horror wasn’t the silence on the phone. It was the absolute, terrifying void in my head. The Mate-bond — a vibrant, pulsing tether of light and warmth that connected my soul to Adelina’s — was violently severed, plunging me into an abyss of static.
My Lycan roared, clawing at my chest in an apocalyptic rage. A piece of my soul had just been ripped out alive.
I was standing in my private elevator. I slammed my fist into the panel, shattering the plastic over the garage button.
Fletcher, Protocol Crimson. Now! I roared through the encrypted Mind-Link, my panic bleeding into the connection.
ETA eight minutes, Alpha, my Beta responded, his voice tight but professional.
I didn’t care about his protocols. I unleashed a wave of pure, lethal Alpha’s Command that made the air in the elevator crackle. You have four. Or I will personally rip your wings off.
Fletcher’s Mind-Link snapped shut, forced into submission by the sheer weight of my authority.
Three minutes and forty seconds later, I threw myself into the cabin of the Sikorsky S-76 idling on the building’s roof.
“Philadelphia,” I ordered the Warrior pilot. “Ignore airspace. I’ll handle the FAA p>
The pilot hesitated, his hands hovering over the controls. “Alpha, the clearance p>
A low, guttural growl ripped from my chest, vibrating with the ancient, terrifying power of my Lycan. “Now p>
The pilot swallowed hard, his Inner Wolf submitting instantly. The helicopter lurched, banking violently south.