Chapter 241
Chapter 241:
“She’s confused,” Braydon stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. “We have a history. I was just p>
“Correcting her?” I finished for him, my grip tightening until I felt his collarbone creak. “I heard you. And now you will hear me. If your scent ever taints her skin again, I will tear your throat out with my teeth p>
Braydon paled, the blood draining from his face. He looked past me toward Adella, searching for some weakness, some hesitation.
“She just claimed me as her Mate,” I said, my voice devoid of mercy. “In front of you. It’s over p>
I released him. He slumped to the floor, gasping, clutching his throat.
“Live for RogueNet! This is incredible p>
R𝘦𝘢𝗱 𝘧𝗋𝗼𝗆 𝘺𝗈u𝘳 р𝗁𝗈𝗇е 𝗼𝘯
The shrill voice cut through the tension like a blade. I turned my head slowly. Hunter Lloyd, the Rogue reporter, was still filming, his phone held high like a shield. He was grinning, convinced he had just captured the scoop of the century—a King losing control.
He had no idea.
I didn’t rush him. I didn’t need to. I simply took one step forward and let the full weight of my authority crash down on him like a collapsing ceiling.
“Delete it,” I commanded.
Hunter faltered, his grin slipping. “Hey, freedom of the press, man! The public has a right to p>
“Delete it. Now p>
The order wasn’t human. It was laced with the ancient power of the Lycan bloodline, a command that bypassed conscious thought and struck directly at the instinct to survive. Hunter’s pupils constricted. His hand shook violently as his body betrayed his greed, forcing him to obey the apex predator in the room.
He tapped the screen, his fingers clumsy with terror. The moment the video was gone, two of my warriors stepped out from the shadows. One snatched the phone from Hunter’s hand, crushed it into a sparking ruin of glass and metal, and dropped the debris at his feet.
Hunter scrambled backward, then turned and fled toward the exit without a glance behind him.
Silence returned to the lobby, heavy and thick.
I turned back to Braydon, who was struggling to his feet. He looked small now. Pathetic. But his ego was a cockroach that refused to die.
He sneered at Adella, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. “You think this changes anything? You think the Elders will accept a wolfless Luna?” He spat the word like poison. “He’s a monster, Adella. And when he needs a real she-wolf to bear his heirs, he’ll cast you aside like trash p>
I growled, ready to finish him, but a soft hand touched my arm.
Adella stepped forward. She didn’t hide behind me. She stood at my side, her chin lifted, her eyes burning with a fire that made my soul ache.
“I don’t care about the Elders,” she said, her voice steady and clear. “And I don’t care about your bloodlines, Braydon. I choose my Mate p>
She looked at me then, and for a moment the entire world narrowed down to her eyes alone.
“Get him out of my sight,” I ordered the warriors.