Chapter 491
Chapter 491:
I couldn’t contain the roaring triumph in my chest. I pulled out my encrypted phone, snapped a high-resolution photo of the crumpled laboratory report bearing the bold word POSITIVE, and dropped it directly into “Blackstone Vanguard” — the highest-tier encrypted chat reserved exclusively for my inner circle.
Less than ten seconds later, my phone buzzed. It was Fletcher.
Sir, this is a secure channel for global Pack security and macroeconomics. Also, public displays of affection are gross.
A dark, arrogant chuckle vibrated in my chest. I typed back, my thumbs flying across the screen.
My heir IS global Pack security, Fletcher. And your complaints sound exactly like a jealous, mateless Beta. Go find a female who can tolerate your boring ass before you lecture me.
I locked the phone and tossed it onto the marble coffee table. My Lycan’s chest swelled. The primal, overwhelming instinct to hoard and protect surged through my veins. My pup needed the world.
о𝘳gа𝗻i𝗓𝘦 𝗒𝗼𝗎𝗿 𝘭𝗶br𝗮𝗋𝘆 𝗼𝗻 ѕ.𝘤𝘰m
I picked up my tablet and opened the Bloomberg terminal. My eyes scanned the global asset listings until I found it — a pristine, top-tier pink diamond mine in Botswana. The perfect first gift. I immediately began drafting a hostile acquisition order to my legal team.
“Kain p>
A soft, sleep-heavy voice broke my concentration. I turned to see Adelina padding across the thick Persian rug, rubbing her eyes. She slipped under my arm, leaning her warm weight against my side. Her eyes drifted to the glowing screen of the tablet.
She blinked, her beautiful eyes widening as she read the letter of intent. She snatched the tablet right out of my hands.
“Kain, stop,” she said, framing my jaw with her soft palms and forcing me to look away from the financial figures and down into her fierce, loving gaze. “The pup is the size of a poppy seed. We don’t need a diamond mine or a private island. I just want a healthy baby p>
The manic, predatory hoarding instinct of my Lycan instantly melted into profound, liquid devotion. I looked down at the woman who held my entire universe in her hands and leaned down, pressing a reverent kiss to her palm.
“Your word is law, my Queen,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her flush against me.
Before I could carry her back to bed, my private phone vibrated on the table. It was a direct line from New York.
I answered, putting it on speaker. “Father p>
Almon Blackwell’s laughter echoed through the line, sounding like sandpaper grinding against hardwood. He was practically vibrating with the arrogant triumph of a former Alpha King.
“I hope I didn’t wake my daughter-in-law,” Almon gloated, the background clinking of crystal glasses suggesting he was at the Union Club. “I just had the most delightful afternoon, Kain. I walked right up to Richard Davenport and Senator Hayes in the smoking room and made sure the entire floor could hear me complain about how impatient you are — forcing me to cancel my golf game to set up three French vineyard trusts for my new grandchild p>
A slow, lethal smirk curved my lips. “And Richard’s reaction p>