Chapter 68
Chapter 68:
Adelina POV
The interior of the Rolls Royce Phantom felt like a vacuum, sucking the oxygen straight from my lungs. The tinted windows blurred the passing city lights, but my entire focus was on the massive, silent predator sitting beside me. The air was thick with his scent — ancient cedar and a crackling, suffocating power that felt heavier than usual.
“What memory, Kain?” I asked, my voice trembling but refusing to back down. “Jerry said you insisted on lavender because of a specific memory. How could you possibly know about that p>
Kain didn’t look at me. His broad shoulders went completely rigid. I watched his large hands grip the leather steering wheel, his knuckles turning stark white. The atmospheric pressure in the cabin plummeted, his Inner Wolf agitated and pacing just beneath his skin.
“Jerry talks too much,” Kain finally said, his voice a harsh, evasive rumble that offered absolutely no comfort.
“That’s not an answer,” I pressed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “That was a secret I only ever whispered to the Moon Goddess when I was twelve. How are you inside my head p>
“Drop it, Adelina,” he commanded, his tone slicing through the air with glacial finality.
The Phantom descended into the underground garage of Blackstone Tower, shadows swallowing us whole. He parked and stepped out without another word, effectively shutting the door on my questions. I followed him to the private elevator, a cold shiver of dread racing down my spine. He wasn’t just a powerful Lycan who had bought my contract — he was a terrifying mystery who had somehow been watching me long before I ever knew his name.
The moment we stepped into the penthouse den, the fragile silence was shattered by the shrill ring of my cell phone.
I pulled it from my purse. It was the front desk manager at the Wolfe Hotel.
𝖳𝗿еn𝗱in𝗀 ոo𝘃e𝘭s 𝘰𝗇.с𝘰𝗺
“Luna, we have a massive problem,” the manager’s voice panicked through the speaker. “Our largest annual corporate client just canceled their two-million-dollar booking for next month. They said Davenport Tech pressured them, claiming the Silvermoon Pack’s leadership is unstable and vulnerable to Rogue attacks p>
My blood turned to absolute ice. Two million dollars.
“Did they sign a cancellation penalty?” I asked desperately.
“Jase Davenport’s lawyers found a loophole. We get nothing,” the manager stammered. “Luna, if other clients follow their lead, we won’t make payroll. The Warrior widows’ pensions, the food supply for the pups — we’ll be bankrupt in weeks p>
I hung up the phone, my hands shaking so violently the device nearly slipped from my grasp. Jase wasn’t just trying to hurt me — he was trying to starve my people until I had no choice but to crawl back to him.
Kain walked out of his study, loosening his tie. He crossed to the bar and poured a glass of scotch. “What happened p>
“Jase,” I choked out, panic tightening my throat. “He just forced a client to pull a two-million-dollar contract from the hotel. My Pack is going to bleed out p>
Kain took a slow sip of his amber liquid, his expression entirely unbothered. “Two million? That’s small potatoes, Adelina. We can cover it p>
His casual dismissal snapped something deep inside me.