Chapter 153

Chapter 153:

It was a perfect imprint of violence — four fingers and a thumb, the skin raised and welting, with a small jagged cut where a ring had broken the surface. Someone had struck her. Someone had dared to touch what was mine.

A red haze clouded my vision. Ragnar roared — a sound of pure, unadulterated destruction that tore through the silence of my mind. Mine. Damaged. Find them. End them.

I felt my canines lengthening, threatening to descend. It took every ounce of my control not to shift right there and tear the building apart stone by stone.

“Who,” I said. It came out barely above a whisper, but it carried the full weight of a death sentence.

Adella didn’t flinch. She held my gaze, her eyes burning with a cold fire I hadn’t seen in her before. “Katherine Parrish p>

The name was a spark in a powder keg. Katherine. Braydon’s fiancée. The one who had whispered poison into my aunt’s ear.

“We are leaving,” I stated, taking her hand. “I am taking you home. I will keep you safe, and then I will come back and p>

𝘘u𝖺l𝗂𝘁y 𝘵𝘳𝖺𝘯𝘴la𝗍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝗌 𝗼ո

“No p>

I stopped, stunned. Adella pulled her hand back — not in fear, but in refusal.

“I am not a trinket to be hidden away in a tower, Dallas,” she said, her voice steady despite the mark burning on her face. “I am your Luna. If I run now, they win. Katherine wins.” She stepped closer and placed her hand on my chest, directly over my thundering heart. “I will stand beside you. Scars and all p>

Ragnar stilled, his rage transforming into something else entirely — pride. Fierce, overwhelming pride. She was strong. She was worthy.

I covered her hand with mine, pressing it against me. “You are right p>

I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second and opened the mind-link, reaching out to my Beta. The connection snapped into place.

Duncan.

I’m here, Alpha, he responded, instantly alert.

Execute the Parrish contingency. All assets. Burn their Pack to the ground financially. I want their stocks tanked, their trade deals voided, and their debts called in by morning. Leave them with nothing but the dirt they stand on.

Understood, Duncan replied, his tone grim. It’s done.

I severed the link and looked back at Adella. The monster in me still wanted blood, and Katherine would pay a physical price soon enough — but for now, I would destroy her world.

“Fix your makeup,” I said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “We are going back in. And when we walk past Katherine, I want you to smile. Because by tomorrow, she will wish she had never been born p>

Adella nodded and pulled a compact from her clutch. As she turned to the mirror, I stood behind her — a silent shadow of vengeance, watching her reflection.

We would finish this night. And then I would take her home.