Chapter 51
Chapter 51:
Jase looked pathetic. His eyes were wild, his clothes rumpled, and he was clutching a bouquet of wilted lilies. “You,” he snarled, pointing at Kain. “You’re keeping her prisoner with your money and your titles p>
Kain looked at him not as a rival, but as an insignificant pup. When he spoke, his voice was a low, seismic rumble that vibrated through the floorboards.
“You claim to love her,” Kain said, his storm-gray eyes merciless. “Yet you don’t know why she trembles in thunderstorms? Why she fears enclosed spaces? Why her wolf sleeps p>
My blood ran ice cold. I stopped breathing.
Kain took a slow step forward, his Lycan aura suffocating the hallway. “Because her stepsister locked her in a silver-lined cage. And you, Davenport, never once cared enough to look at her scars p>
Jase physically recoiled. Humiliated and stripped of his delusions, he turned and fled toward the stairwell without another word.
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I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs. How did he know? I had never told a single soul about the silver room. Not even Jase.
Kain turned, his expression unreadable, and guided me into my grandmother’s private room.
Elder Maeve sat in an armchair by the window, looking frail but sharp-eyed. The moment the door clicked shut, Kain didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“The silver room,” he said, his voice softer now but no less demanding. “Tell me p>
My entire body locked up. The phantom burn of silver seemed to sear my skin at the mere mention of it.
Maeve’s eyes darkened with ancient fury. “It was Kira Parrish,” my grandmother rasped, her voice remarkably clear, confirming my deepest nightmare. “Her stepsister locked Adelina in a storage room lined with silver foil. She left her in that toxic box for two whole days. And Carolyn — her own mother — lied to the Pack. She told everyone Adelina had simply fallen asleep playing hide-and-seek p>
Two days.
The moment those words left Maeve’s lips, the comforting scent of ancient cedar that always surrounded Kain vanished. It wasn’t replaced by anger — it was replaced by a terrifying, absolute void. A dead silence.
I glanced at Kain’s hands resting on his thighs. For a fraction of a second, his fingernails elongated into thick, pitch-black Lycan claws, digging into his own palms before snapping back to normal. His Inner Wolf wasn’t roaring — it was dead quiet, the silence of a predator locking onto its prey.
“Kain, it was a long time ago,” I whispered, terrified of the darkness swirling in his eyes, terrified of how deeply he had investigated my life.
He slowly turned his head to look at me. There was no room for argument in his gaze.
“We will handle this,” Kain stated, his voice a lethal vow.
Adelina POV
The heavy thud of the Rolls Royce Phantom’s doors sealing us in finally severed the sterile stench of the hospital. Inside the dimly lit cabin, the outside world vanished, replaced entirely by the rich scent of expensive leather and Kain’s overwhelming aura — a potent mix of ancient cedar and raw, suffocating power.