Chapter 233
Chapter 233:
Braydon didn’t wait for an answer. He moved toward her—not with the warmth of a father-to-be, but with the predatory stalk of a wolf cornering its prey.
“I asked you a question, Katherine,” Braydon growled, his voice vibrating low in his chest. “When? When did this happen? I haven’t touched you in months p>
Katherine took a stumbling step back, her heels catching on the rug. “The… the doctor confirmed it just yesterday, Braydon! You’ve been so distant, so stressed… maybe you just don’t remember p>
“Don’t remember?” Braydon let out a harsh, barking laugh that held no trace of humor. He closed the distance between them, leaning in until his nose was inches from her neck. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.
Katherine flinched, her scent spiking with sharp, acrid fear. It reached me even from across the room—sour and undeniable.
“I would smell it on you, Katherine,” Braydon whispered, the words more terrifying than any shout. “The scent of a new life, my heir. It changes a female’s scent. It makes it sweet, milky.” He pulled back, his eyes cold and dead. “There’s nothing on you but expensive perfume and lies p>
The room hummed with tension. I watched them, feeling like an intruder in a play I no longer had any part in. This was their misery, their web of deceit.
“I think that’s my cue,” I said quietly, clutching the music box tighter against my chest. “I wish you both whatever happiness you can salvage from this p>
𝗨p𝖽a𝗍e𝗌 𝖾𝘷𝖾𝗋𝘆 𝘸𝗲е𝗄 oո
I turned to leave, my hand reaching for the door handle.
“You aren’t going anywhere p>
A hand clamped around my upper arm, fingers digging into my flesh with bruising force. Braydon spun me around and slammed my back against the door. His face was twisted, the handsome features I had once adored now contorted into a mask of desperation.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he roared, shaking me.
He released his Alpha aura—a wave of dominance meant to force submission, to make me bare my neck and whimper. A year ago, it would have worked. A year ago, I would have been on my knees.
But now?
I felt a faint pressure, like the dull edge of a headache, and nothing more. After standing in the presence of Dallas Marshall—a Lycan King whose power felt like the gravity of a collapsing star—Braydon’s aura was nothing but a child throwing a tantrum. I held his gaze, my expression flat.
“Let go of me, Braydon p>
“Why don’t you feel it?” he hissed, confusion warring with his anger. “Why aren’t you submitting? You belong to me! That Lycan… he’s corrupted you. He’s brainwashed you p>
“He freed me,” I corrected, my voice steady despite the pain blooming in my arm.
“He’s using you!” Braydon spat, leaning closer, his breath hot against my face. “You’re just a novelty to him, Adella. A wolfless charity case he picked up off the street. Once he’s bored, he’ll toss you aside, and you’ll come crawling back to p>