Chapter 70
Chapter 70:
The atmospheric pressure in the penthouse didn’t just drop — it vanished.
Kain’s grounding scent of ancient cedar instantly turned into a freezing, murderous storm. His broad shoulders went completely rigid, his storm-gray eyes bleeding into a terrifying, pitch-black void. His Inner Wolf was snarling, enraged by the toxic assault on his Fated Mate.
He didn’t ask for permission. He stepped directly into my space, his large hand covering mine, his fingers brushing my knuckles as he smoothly slid the phone from my trembling grip and pressed the speaker button.
“The only thing you are going to lose, Carolyn, is your life if you ever speak to my wife like that again p>
𝖳𝗵𝗼𝘶𝘴𝗮n𝖽s o𝖿 𝗿𝖾𝖺𝖽е𝗋𝘀 𝗈𝗇
Kain’s voice was a low, seismic rumble that vibrated through the bulletproof glass of the penthouse.
A sharp, terrified gasp echoed through the speaker. The sheer, crushing weight of the Lycan King’s aura transmitted effortlessly over the cellular signal, slamming into Carolyn’s weak Omega wolf.
“Adelina is the only reason your pathetic Pack is still breathing,” Kain stated, his tone absolute ice. “The two-million-dollar deficit Jase created is already erased. I just signed a fifty-million-dollar exclusive contract with The Wolfe Hotel Group. Paid upfront p>
“F-fifty million?” Carolyn stammered. Her tone instantly morphed from vicious to sickeningly fawning, survival instinct overriding her pride. “Your Majesty, I — I had no idea. Vincent told me p>
“I don’t care what Vincent told you,” Kain cut her off, his voice a lethal vow. “Listen to me very carefully. If you ever raise your voice at my Luna again, I will personally erase the Parrish name from every Pack registry on this continent. I will strip you of your wealth, your status, and your home, and I will turn your entire family into Rogues by sunset. Do we have an understanding p>
“Yes! Yes, Alpha King, I swear it!” Carolyn whimpered, her voice trembling with genuine, paralyzing terror. “Please forgive me, I p>
Kain tapped the screen, cutting off her pathetic apologies.
The penthouse fell into a dead, ringing silence. I stared at the dark screen of the phone in his massive hand. For twenty-odd years, I had endured my mother’s toxic venom alone — her punching bag, her bargaining chip, her scapegoat. But now.
A single, hot tear spilled over my lashes, tracing a path down my cheek. I wasn’t crying out of sadness. I was crying from the overwhelming, chest-crushing relief of finally being defended.
Kain’s dark eyes softened instantly. He tossed the phone onto the marble island and stepped closer, raising his hand to gently brush his rough thumb across my cheek. The electric spark of his touch sent a warm, grounding heat straight to my heart, chasing away the lingering chill of my mother’s words.
“She will never hurt you again,” Kain murmured, his voice a dark velvet promise. “I am your shield now, little wolf p>