Chapter 500
Chapter 500:
The Pack Nanny hurried in right behind Jaxon. Her submissive Inner Wolf instantly sensed the Alpha’s lingering tension. She bowed her head apologetically and quickly ushered the oblivious pup toward the kitchen with the promise of freshly baked cookies.
The heavy doors clicked shut. The silence that rushed back into the room was deafening.
I stared at the closed doors, the image of Jaxon’s innocent, beaming face burning into my mind. He was my pup. He had no idea that a human monster was currently using his grandparents’ blood crime to hold a guillotine over his father’s political career and our family’s survival.
A fierce, overwhelming wave of maternal protection eradicated the paralyzing terror in my chest.
“I won’t be his puppet, Grant,” I said, my voice steadying into a cold, absolute resolve. “Arthur Sterling thinks he can use my bloodline to put a leash on you. But your political power is bound by human laws and public optics. We need someone who operates in the dark p>
Grant looked at me, his golden-flecked eyes narrowing as he realized exactly who I meant.
𝗥𝖾𝗮d 𝘵𝘩𝗲 𝗅𝘢𝘵e𝗌t 𝘁𝗋𝗲n𝘥𝗌 о𝗻
I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed the encrypted number. It rang only once.
“Carmella?” Adelina Wolfe’s voice was calm, but I could hear the sharp intellect humming beneath the surface.
“Adelina, we need your help,” I breathed, gripping the phone tightly. “Arthur Sterling is blackmailing Grant. He has evidence of my parents’ crash and their blood crime. It’s a lethal political and survival attack p>
The warmth in Adelina’s voice vanished instantly, replaced by the chilling, absolute authority of a Luna. “Stay exactly where you are. An armored car will be at the private garage in thirty minutes. We meet in the shadows p>
Half an hour later, Grant and I were sitting in the back of a heavily armored Maybach, descending into the underground parking of a discreet, Pack-owned VIP club in Chelsea.
We were escorted down a dimly lit, heavily guarded corridor into a completely soundproof corner booth. Adelina was already waiting on the luxurious leather banquette. She was wolfless, just like me, but the sheer, icy weight of her Luna authority filled the small room. Even Grant’s suffocating Lycan aura retracted slightly — a silent, instinctual show of respect for his King’s Mate.
I didn’t waste a second. I laid everything on the table: my recovered memories of the forced Rejection, the blue metal shard from the crash, and Arthur’s demand that Grant abandon the Federal Supernatural Zoning Act.
Adelina listened in absolute silence. Her eyes, usually so warm, turned glacial.
“If Arthur Sterling had the resources to scrub a fatal crash scene and hide evidence of a blood crime from the Continental Pack Council for seven years,” Adelina said, her voice a razor-sharp whisper, “his rot goes much deeper than simple political blackmail p>
“I will tear him apart,” Grant growled, his jaw clenching.
“No, you won’t,” Adelina countered, her gaze locking onto Grant with unyielding command. “If Kain finds out a human dared to threaten this family, his Lycan will slaughter Arthur in broad daylight. The public bloodbath will destroy your Zoning Act and everything you’ve built p>
Message from Noa: Have a beautiful weekend dear readers, hope you enjoy these days. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. p>