Chapter 306
Chapter 306:
“You are nothing,” I hissed. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t scream. I simply looked at him with cold, absolute pity. “You have no Pack. You have no title. And you never had me p>
He searched my eyes, desperate to find the fear that used to live there — the fear that had fed him. But he found only the reflection of a woman who had outgrown his cage.
His grip slackened. He stumbled back as if my pity had physically struck him.
“Goodbye, Braydon,” I said, rubbing my wrist. “Don’t contact me again p>
I turned and walked away, the sound of my heels against the stone the only eulogy his love deserved.
Braydon
I watched her walk away. The elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the sight of her straight back, her chin held high. She didn’t look back. Not once.
The rage started in my stomach — a cold, black sludge that rose up to choke me. She thought she was free? She thought she could replace me with that Lycan monster and erase me from history?
“No,” I whispered to the empty terrace. “No p>
I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and pulled out a burner phone — a ghost phone, untraceable by Pack networks. My hands were shaking, but my resolve was hardening into something jagged and cruel.
Jоiո 𝘵𝗁o𝘶𝘴a𝗇𝘥s 𝗼𝘧 𝖿𝘢𝘯𝗌 𝘰𝘯
I dialed the number I had been given years ago, for a service I swore I would never use.
“It’s me,” I rasped when the line connected. “I have a job p>
“Name?” a distorted voice asked.
“Adella Everett,” I said, staring at the spot where she had stood. “I want to know where she is tomorrow. Every meeting, every step she takes. I want to know everything p>
She wanted to be a Luna? Fine. I would watch her rise — and then I would be the shadow that dragged her back down into the dark.
Braydon
The whiskey in my glass didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach — a cold, heavy pool of lead that matched the weight in my chest. The high-end bar was dimly lit, smelling of polished leather and the stale, lingering scent of last night’s regrets. It was barely ten in the morning, but time had lost its meaning since I signed away my birthright.
Since she walked away.
“You look like a man who’s lost his crown,” a voice purred from beside me.
I didn’t turn. I knew that scent — expensive, floral, and laced with the bitterness of a woman scorned. Katherine Parrish. The woman my father had wanted me to marry, the woman who was supposed to be my Luna before everything fell apart.
“Go away, Katherine,” I grunted, signaling the bartender for another round. “I’m not in the mood for your social climbing games. There’s no ladder left to climb. The Hyde Pack is dead p>
“I know,” she said, sliding onto the stool beside me. Her manicured hand rested lightly on my arm, nails pressing in just enough to be annoying. “And we both know who killed it. Adella p>
The name made my wolf snarl in my head — a sound of pain, not power.