Chapter 234
Chapter 234:
“He sees me,” I cut him off, my voice rising, sharp as a blade. “Not a wolfless charity case. Not a political asset. He sees his Mate p>
The word hung in the air, absolute and final.
Braydon’s grip slackened just enough for me to rip my arm free. He stumbled back as though I had physically struck him. “Mate?” he whispered, shaking his head. “No. That’s impossible. You’re wolfless. You can’t have a mate p>
“She’s lying!” Katherine shrieked from the center of the room, finding her voice again. “She’s just trying to make you jealous, Braydon! A King wouldn’t mate with her. She’s a charity project p>
Braydon didn’t look at her. He was staring at me, his eyes wide, glassy, and unhinged. The reality of it was cracking his psyche apart in real time. He looked around the room wildly, needing to destroy something, anything, to release the pressure mounting inside him.
He grabbed a heavy crystal vase from the side table and hurled it against the wall.
The crash was deafening. Shards of glass exploded outward, raining down near my feet like jagged diamonds. I flinched, my hand diving instinctively into my coat pocket, fingers wrapping around the cold canister of pepper spray Dallas had given me.
“For the monsters in human skin,” he had said.
Braydon moved to block the double doors leading to the foyer, effectively trapping me in the room. He was panting, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
“You don’t leave,” he snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural register. “Not until you admit you still love me. Not until you admit this thing with the Lycan is a lie p>
S𝖺𝗏𝘦 𝘆𝗈𝘂𝗋 𝗳𝖺𝘷o𝗿𝗂te 𝗇о𝘃𝖾l𝘀 𝗈𝗇.с𝗈m
“Braydon, please!” Katherine stepped forward, her voice trembling. She reached out to touch his arm—a fatal mistake. “Think about the baby! You’re scaring the pup p>
The air left the room.
Braydon turned on her slowly. The look in his eyes was no longer human. It was pure, animalistic hatred.
“There. Is. No. Pup!” he bellowed, the sound shaking the windows in their frames.
Katherine recoiled with a sob, her hands flying up to shield her face, her scent souring with the unmistakable stench of guilt. The lie was laid bare.
In that split second, while Braydon’s back was turned and his fury was fixed entirely on the woman who had deceived him, I saw my opening.
I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t look back.
I spun on my heel and sprinted toward the French doors on the far side of the room. I threw the latch and burst out into the cool, damp air of the garden, the sound of Braydon’s roar echoing behind me like a beast finally unleashed from its cage.
The cold, damp air of the garden hit my face like a slap, but I didn’t stop. My heels sank into the softened earth, threatening to twist my ankles with every stride, so I kicked them off and ran barefoot across the manicured lawn I had once hoped to walk on as a bride.
Behind me, the heavy thud of footsteps vibrated through the ground. Braydon was fast—Alpha fast.