Chapter 494
Chapter 494:
Kain POV
The morning sun spilled across the plush white rug of the Penthouse Den at Blackstone Tower. I stood near the doorway of the master suite, utterly captivated by my Queen. Adelina sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her hand resting unconsciously over her flat stomach — the sacred sanctuary where our heir, a pup of ancient Lycan and White Wolf blood, was already growing.
But the absolute Soul’s Peace of our morning was fractured by the phone pressed to her ear.
With my heightened Lycan hearing, I caught every desperate, weeping syllable from Blake Davenport. Richard Davenport had forced his niece to sign the final marriage contract with Senator Alistair Hayes that morning, selling her to a political machine to save their dying Pack from the financial strangulation I had orchestrated.
“I’m so sorry, Blake,” Adelina murmured, her voice thick with empathy. I watched her eyes darken with disgust for the Davenport patriarch’s ruthless tactics, mourning her friend’s forced submission to a loveless cage.
My jaw clenched. The pure, sweet scent of her wild roses was suddenly tainted by a heavy, sorrowful note. My Lycan Inner Wolf let out a low, vibrating growl in my chest. I felt absolutely no pity for the Davenports, but I refused to let the ghosts of that pathetic Pack cast a single shadow over my Luna’s joy. A cold, merciless plan crystallized in my mind.
𝖳𝘩𝗲 𝗯𝖾ѕ𝗍 𝗿еa𝘥𝗂𝗇𝗴 еxре𝘳𝗂𝗲𝗇c𝖾 𝗼𝗻 𝗴а𝗹ո𝘰ve𝗹𝗌.с𝘰𝗺
I walked to the mahogany wet bar and poured a measure of bourbon. Without looking away from Adelina, I slammed my consciousness into the Pack Mind-Link.
Fletcher, I transmitted, lacing my mental voice with the crushing weight of an Alpha’s Command. You have twenty minutes. Go to the flagship jeweler on Fifth Avenue and procure the item I am sending to your encrypted channel. Have it wrapped in their signature royal blue gift bag. Then contact The Howl and Page Six. Tell them the Lycan King is making a personal visit. Meet me at the VIP entrance of Mount Sinai Hospital.
A beat of hesitation echoed through the link. “Alpha, the Davenports have locked down the entire cardiovascular ICU floor. It’s a fortress p>
I let out a dark, subsonic chuckle. “If you cannot bypass a few broken Davenport Warriors, Fletcher, I will exile you to the Sahara outpost to eat sand for the rest of the decade. Do it p>
I severed the connection and set my glass down. I walked into the massive walk-in closet, shrugging off my casual shirt to don a perfectly tailored, pitch-black custom suit. When I emerged, Adelina was watching me. She didn’t ask where I was going. She saw the lethal, predatory calm in my golden eyes and knew exactly what I was about to do. There was no pity in her gaze for the foolish Alpha who had once thrown her away — she simply offered a soft, knowing smile as I leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.
Thirty minutes later, the sterile, sharp stench of antiseptic in the Mount Sinai VIP wing was entirely overpowered by the sour, rancid reek of Davenport despair.
I stepped off the private elevator, ignoring the handful of Davenport Warriors stationed in the corridor. My Lycan aura rolled off me in suffocating, invisible waves. They trembled, their eyes dropping to the polished linoleum floor, completely paralyzed by the presence of their King.