Chapter 496
Chapter 496:
I felt the exact moment Jase’s psychological defenses shattered into dust. The sheer magnitude of his jealousy and absolute powerlessness swallowed him whole. The heart monitor beside the bed spiked into a chaotic, frantic staccato.
Having delivered the fatal blow, Kain turned his back on the broken Alpha.
I severed the Sensory Mind-Link, gasping softly as my consciousness snapped back to the quiet warmth of the Den. I reached for the remote and turned on the holographic television, switching to the live news feed.
On screen, Kain was standing in the hospital hallway, surrounded by reporters from The Howl and human mainstream media. He had positioned himself mere inches from the heavy wooden door of the ICU, ensuring his deep, carrying voice would easily penetrate the room.
His expression was a flawless, chilling mask of aristocratic sorrow.
“It is a tragedy,” Kain told the flashing cameras, his tone dripping with manufactured pity. “Mr. Davenport’s Alpha intellect simply could not withstand the reality of his past mistakes. The pathological jealousy of seeing his former partner expecting a child has completely fractured his mind p>
Right on cue, a piercing, continuous alarm shrieked from the room behind him.
Flatline.
The reporters gasped as a team of doctors shoved past the Lycan King, rushing into the room with a crash cart. Jase was coding. The broadcast captured the frantic screams of the medical staff trying to revive a man whose heart had literally stopped from the agony of his own envy.
𝗣𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻
I stared at the screen, my wild roses and storm scent remaining perfectly calm. There was no guilt. No lingering trauma. Just a profound, cold satisfaction.
I picked up my encrypted phone and opened my messages with Blake.
Some Alphas get exactly what they deserve, I typed, and hit send.
Less than a minute later, Blake replied. She understood. Richard Davenport was likely watching this exact broadcast, witnessing his family’s reputation being ground into global humiliation.
Twenty minutes later, the heavy oak doors of the Penthouse Den swung open.
Kain strode into the room, violently ripping the silk tie from his neck and tossing it onto a chair. The cold, political mask he wore for the cameras evaporated instantly. The air thickened with the intoxicating, heavy scent of his ancient cedar, laced with the dark adrenaline of a predator returning to his lair.
He crossed the Persian rug in three massive strides, pulling me up from the sofa and crushing me against his hard chest. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent as if it were oxygen.
“It is done,” Kain rumbled against my skin, his large hands mapping the curve of my spine. “The entire world knows that you and our pup belong only to me. His shadow will never touch you again p>
I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into the absolute security of his embrace. In the ashes of my past, our Mate-bond had forged an impenetrable fortress, leaving our den perfectly secured for the future.