Chapter 489
Chapter 489:
A ripple of absolute submission swept through the lobby. One by one, the lethal guards bowed their heads and stepped aside, clearing a direct path. None dared to intercept me. None reached for their earpieces to warn their King.
I didn’t stop to acknowledge them. Channeling the ancient, unwavering authority of my White Wolf bloodline, I crossed the lobby with glacial, queenly grace, moving straight toward the back of the room.
I reached the private elevator reserved exclusively for the top-floor boardroom and the Presidential Suite and swiped the master override keycard Blake had procured for me. The heavy brass doors slid open silently. I stepped inside and turned to face the lobby as they glided shut, sealing me in the quiet mahogany cabin.
As the digital numbers above the panel began their rapid ascent, my hand rested gently over my flat stomach. Kain was up there, exhausted and entirely unaware of the storm approaching his door.
Adelina Wolfe POV
The brass doors of the private elevator glided open with a soft, metallic whisper. I stepped out into the silent, dimly lit top-floor hallway of the Four Seasons Hotel. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but my dormant White Wolf pulsed with a steady, unyielding resolve.
I swiped the master override keycard against the lock of the Presidential Suite. The heavy mahogany double doors clicked and yielded to my push.
Inside, the massive suite was cloaked in quiet shadows. The only light came from the floor-to-ceiling bulletproof windows, framing the dark, rippling waters of Lake Geneva and the snow-capped Alps beyond. The air was thick with the scent of ancient cedar — heavy, laced with the profound exhaustion of a King who had spent the day fighting corporate wars across an ocean from his Mate.
Kain stood with his back to me, staring out at the freezing lake. He had discarded his suit jacket, and his broad shoulders were tense beneath his crisp white shirt.
I moved silently across the thick Persian rug. Reaching him, I slipped my arms around his narrow waist and pressed my cheek against the solid, warm expanse of his back.
Kain jolted as if struck by lightning. He spun around with terrifying Lycan speed, his golden eyes wide and frantic as my wild roses and storm scent hit his senses. His large hands gripped my shoulders, his gaze darting over my face, my coat, searching for blood or injury.
ѕ𝘩𝖺𝗿𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝘳 f𝘢𝗏𝗼𝗿𝗶t𝘦𝘴 f𝘳о𝘮
“Adelina?” he breathed, his voice rough with disbelief. “What are you doing here? Are you hurt? The flight p>
“I saw Dr. Chloe Monroe,” I said, my voice calm and clear in the quiet room.
The words acted like a lethal curse.
Instantly, the heavy, protective warmth of his ancient cedar scent was annihilated by a wave of pure, suffocating terror. Kain’s massive frame began to tremble. His powerful Lycan Inner Wolf — the beast that made entire continents tremble — whimpered, bracing for the apocalyptic agony of Rejection.