Chapter 476
Chapter 476:
My heart shattered and reassembled in the exact same breath. He didn’t know the truth. He didn’t know that the DNA report confirmed he was my flesh and blood — my pup, stolen from me seven years ago — and here he was, begging for the very love I was dying to give him.
“Oh, Jaxon,” I choked out, a sob tearing from my throat. I dropped to my knees on the rug and pulled his small body into a desperate, crushing embrace. “Yes. Yes, baby. I am your mom. I always have been, and I always will be. Forever p>
Jaxon buried his face in my neck, his small arms wrapping tightly around me. For the first time in his life, the fractured pieces of his soul clicked into place. He let out a shaky breath of pure, absolute completion.
I held him, weeping into his dark hair, finding in him the only solace my broken soul had left in this gilded cage.
As I opened my tear-filled eyes, my gaze drifted past Jaxon’s shoulder.
Grant was standing in the archway leading to the study, holding a mahogany tray with two crystal champagne flutes and a glass of sparkling cider. He wasn’t moving. He was simply watching us.
For a fraction of a second, the mask of the grieving, devoted father slipped. In the dim light, his golden-flecked eyes burned with a chilling, absolute satisfaction. His powerful Lycan Inner Wolf was practically purring, vibrating with the dark triumph of a predator watching the final lock of his trap snap shut. He had weaponized his own son’s heartbreak to tether me completely to his side.
The moment our eyes met, the terrifying predator vanished. Grant’s expression instantly softened into a flawless portrait of a deeply moved, loving husband.
“Dad!” Jaxon pulled back from me, his face glowing with radiant joy as he looked at Grant. “Carmella said yes! She’s my real mom now p>
Grant set the tray down on the coffee table and closed the distance between us, dropping to his knees on the Persian rug. “I know, buddy,” he murmured, his voice thick with manufactured emotion.
𝗗о𝘸𝘯l𝗼𝗮d P𝗗𝗙𝘴 𝖿𝘳𝘦е о𝘯
He wrapped his massive arms around both of us, pulling us into a tight, inescapable embrace.
On the television screen, the glowing crystal ball began its final descent. The crowds roared.
Three. Two. One.
“Happy New Year, my family,” Grant whispered, pressing a hot kiss to the crown of my head.
I closed my eyes. I felt the precious, life-saving warmth of my son pressed against my chest and the freezing, iron-clad cage of Grant’s arms sealing around my back. We were a perfect family, built entirely on the ashes of my stolen life.
Adelina Wolfe POV
The first dawn of the New Year crept over the Manhattan skyline, casting a pale, icy light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Penthouse Den. I stood by the glass, wrapped in Kain’s heavy cashmere sweater, breathing in the quiet safety of our sanctuary.
At exactly 6:17 AM, the harsh vibration of my private encrypted phone shattered the silence.
I glanced at the screen. An unknown number — but my dormant White Wolf bristled with an immediate, instinctual repulsion. I answered, pressing the phone to my ear without saying a word.