Chapter 83
Chapter 83:
My eyes glazed over as Leo initiated a live Mind-Link report from the field.
Alpha, the strike is complete. Leo’s voice echoed in my mind. Human police breached the Parrish Estate. Brent Parrish was dragged off the sofa and arrested. He is currently bleeding from the broken nose you gave him.
I stared at Adelina’s steady chest, my thumb continuing its gentle rhythm. And Bryan?
He tried to access his offshore funds to post bail, only to find every account frozen, Leo reported, a dark satisfaction in his tone. When he attempted to Mind-Link his allies for help, he realized we had completely blacklisted his signature from the Pack communication networks. He is entirely cut off.
Carolyn? I asked.
She became hysterical, Leo continued. She tried to physically stop the officers from taking her son. One of the human detectives looked her dead in the eye and told her the charges were filed directly by Alpha King Kain Blackwell. When she screamed that she would sue the department and buy their badges, the officer simply replied, “Apparently, he owns your banks too p>
I severed the link. The usurpers had fallen. Bryan Parrish finally understood that he hadn’t just provoked a powerful Alpha — he had declared war on the monarch of the werewolf world. They were ruined.
𝖩𝘰𝘪𝘯 t𝗁е 𝗰оm𝗺𝘶ո𝘪𝗍𝘺 𝘢t
But the victory felt hollow in the sterile silence of the medical wing.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and pressed Adelina’s cold hand against my lips. The jagged A.W. tattooed over my heart ached with a profound, terrifying vulnerability. I kept my eyes fixed on her pale face, waiting in the quiet dark for the only thing in this world that mattered to open her eyes.
Adelina POV
The suffocating darkness finally cracked, giving way to the harsh, sterile light of the Blackstone Medical Wing. The sharp scent of bleach burned my nose, but it was immediately smothered by the heavy, grounding aroma of ancient cedar and rainstorms.
Warmth. A crushing, desperate warmth enveloped my left hand.
I blinked my heavy eyelids open. Kain was sitting beside the bed, his tailored shirt ruined with cellar dust and dried blood. The moment his storm-gray eyes met mine, the terrifying tension in his broad shoulders collapsed. A profound, raw relief washed over his lethal features.
“Little wolf,” he breathed, his voice a ragged rumble.
He reached out, his large, calloused fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from my cheek. The moment his skin grazed mine, a violent electric spark shot through my veins. My body instinctively leaned into his palm, my dormant soul craving the soothing heat of his touch after the freezing agony of the silver cellar.
But as my vision cleared, my eyes fell to the open collar of his ruined shirt. The jagged black ink of the A.W. tattoo peeked out from over his heart.
The phantom woman. The real mate he had lost.