Chapter 66
Chapter 66:
He reached over the glass counter and took the velvet tray from the shaking sales associate. He picked up the heavy, brushed platinum men’s band I had been trying to buy — the fifty-five-thousand-dollar ring.
Kain held the cold metal out to me, his eyes locking onto mine, his voice dropping to a soft, intensely possessive rumble. “This is for me. But I want you to put it on p>
My hands shook as I took the ring. I reached for his left hand and slid the platinum band over his knuckle. The moment the metal settled, a violent electric spark shot up my arm, making my breath catch. It was an intimate, claiming gesture.
But as I stared at the ring on his finger, Jase’s venomous words echoed relentlessly in my mind, making me wonder exactly what kind of transaction I had just sealed.
Kain laced his fingers through mine, his grip warm and unyielding, and led me out to the waiting Phantom. We had an appointment with his private designer, and the Lycan King was not a man who tolerated delays.
Adelina POV
The unmarked townhouse in the West Village offered no indication of the elite sanctuary hidden behind its black door. Inside the fitting room, the walls were pristine white and draped in expensive silks and tulle. The air smelled of Jerry’s artistic sandalwood, but it was entirely dominated by the heavy, ancient cedar of Kain’s presence.
M𝗼𝘳𝗲 ո𝗼𝗏𝖾𝘭𝗌 𝘰ո
Jerry, a flamboyant man with silver hair and a silk scarf draped around his neck, placed a professional, guiding hand on my hip. “Turn for me, darling,” he hummed.
The atmospheric pressure in the room shattered instantly.
Kain’s grounding cedar scent spiked into a suffocating, territorial storm. His massive frame went completely rigid in the velvet armchair, his storm-gray eyes bleeding into a terrifying, pitch-black void. His Inner Wolf was snarling at the sight of another male touching his Fated Mate.
Kain stood up, his voice a low, seismic rumble that left no room for argument. “I’ll do it p>
Jerry blinked, his hands freezing on my waist. He looked at the lethal, centuries-old predator stalking toward him and wisely stepped back. With a theatrical, knowing smirk, he handed over the yellow tape measure.
As Jerry brushed past me to grab his sketchbook, he leaned in close. “Possessive Lycan,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs as Kain stepped directly into my space. He didn’t look at Jerry. His dark eyes were locked solely on me.
“Lift your arms,” Kain commanded softly.
I obeyed, my breath hitching as he wrapped the tape around my waist. His knuckles deliberately grazed the bare skin of my ribs where my sweater had ridden up.
A violent electric spark shot through my veins, sending a pool of liquid heat straight to my lower belly. I gasped, my dormant wild rose scent flaring in the confined space. Kain’s nostrils flared, his Lycan savoring my involuntary reaction.