Chapter 93
Chapter 93:
Kain stepped out of the driver’s side. He didn’t say a word as he rounded the hood, but his scent — that intoxicating blend of ancient cedar and raw, unyielding power — wrapped around me like an impenetrable shield, instantly severing me from the lingering toxicity of my ex-fiancé.
He opened the passenger door for me, his large hand resting briefly on the small of my back. The touch sent a familiar electric jolt straight to my core.
Once we were both inside the expensive black leather interior, the silence stretched heavy and thick. Kain didn’t start the engine. He simply sat there, his massive frame radiating a terrifying stillness.
“Did he touch you?” Kain’s voice was deceptively calm — a smooth surface hiding a deadly undertow.
I swallowed hard, trying to downplay the encounter. I didn’t want him to think I was weak, or worse, still entangled in Jase’s pathetic drama. “It was just words, Kain. He’s just angry that his prize walked away p>
Kain turned his head slowly. His deep, obsidian eyes locked onto mine, stripping away my defenses. “Do not lie to me, Adelina. Harvey told me Davenport cornered you. Did. He. Touch. You p>
The absolute authority in his tone left no room for evasion. “He grabbed my arm,” I admitted softly. “But I handled it p>
I watched Kain’s jaw clench so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. His knuckles turned stark white against the steering wheel. He didn’t yell. He didn’t curse. But the air in the car dropped ten degrees, and his scent shifted from a protective cocoon to something sharp, icy, and entirely lethal. He stared out the windshield toward the hotel entrance, his eyes dark with a murderous promise. In that moment, I knew with chilling certainty that Kain had just marked Jase Davenport as a dead man walking.
A𝘥𝗱і𝗰𝘵і𝘃𝖾 𝘯о𝘃е𝘭𝘴 о𝗇
He finally started the engine, the car roaring to life. But instead of heading toward the familiar route to his penthouse, he merged onto the highway heading upstate.
“Where are we going?” I asked, a flicker of confusion breaking through the tension.
“Blackstone Estate,” Kain replied, his tone softening slightly as he glanced at me. “We’re having dinner with my father p>
The words hit me like a physical blow. Panic clawed at my throat. “Tonight? Kain, I can’t! Look at me,” I gestured wildly to my tailored blazer and pencil skirt. “I look like I just stepped out of a board meeting. I’m not prepared for this. I need talking points, I need p>
“You need to breathe, little wolf,” Kain interrupted, reaching over to intertwine his warm fingers with mine. “You look perfect. And you don’t need talking points p>
“He’s the former Alpha King,” I whispered, dread pooling in my stomach. “He’s a Lycan who has lived for centuries. What if he looks at me and only sees a wolfless Omega? What if I disappoint him p>
Kain squeezed my hand. “My father is not Carolyn. He doesn’t care about Pack politics or status the way your mother does. He just wants to meet the woman who finally got his son to settle down p>