Chapter 724:

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Instead, I let out a cold, mocking laugh that echoed off the stone walls. I closed the distance between us, stepping deliberately into his personal space, letting the heavy, synthetic pheromones of Beatrice’s perfume wash over him, intoxicating his senses.

I looked up at him through my false eyelashes, dropping the formal, biting tone. I shifted to a husky, intimate whisper—a secret cadence Alistair had intercepted from Beatrice’s private comms.

“Silas.”

His breath hitched. His pupils blew wide at the sound of his first name slipping from my lips in that tone.

I tilted my head slightly, my eyes gleaming with a dark, forbidden promise. “Help me get it, Silas. Once I’m finally free of Cassian’s pathetic leash, I will owe you a favor… one you could never refuse.”

It was the ultimate, fatal bait.

I watched the agonizing war in his eyes last for exactly two seconds. The terror of Gideon and the logic of Syndicate protocol were violently obliterated by a lifetime of sick, repressed lust for his brother’s wife. His entire demeanor surrendered completely to the delusional fantasy I had just painted for him.

Thе 𝗯e𝘴𝘵 𝘳е𝗮𝖽𝘪𝗇𝘨 𝗲𝘹𝘱𝖾rieո𝖼e 𝘰𝘯 g𝖺𝘭𝘯𝘰𝘃𝘦𝘭𝗌.𝘤𝗈𝗺

Silas swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he turned away from me. He walked to the stone fireplace, pressing his thumb against a concealed biometric scanner hidden in the mortar.

The heavy stone groaned, sliding back to reveal the glowing, high-tech bio-vault.

Silas reached inside. When he turned back to me, he was holding a heavy, black metal box etched with the Syndicate’s insignia. He placed the override drive into my gloved hands, his eyes burning with a sick, desperate hunger.

Adella’s POV

Silas placed the override drive into my gloved hands, his eyes burning with a sick, desperate hunger.

His hand didn’t retreat. Intoxicated by the forbidden promise I had just spun, his trembling fingers reached up, aiming to caress my cheek and the collar of my tailored suit.

My heart slammed against my ribs. The medical-grade silicone mask adhering to my cheekbones was incredibly fragile. A single touch would reveal the synthetic texture, shattering the illusion instantly. I would be dead before I could even scream.

I didn’t flinch away. I didn’t step back. Instead, I lunged a half-step forward, unleashing the absolute, glacial cruelty of a High Council elite. I viciously slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me with your muddy paws, Silas!” I hissed, my voice dripping with venomous disdain. “Did you really think handing over a box gives you the right to command me like a true Alpha? You are a pathetic coward, just like your useless brother Cassian. Deep down, you’re nothing but a dog begging for scraps.”

The brutal, top-tier humiliation struck him like a physical blow. His cowardly, masochistic posture instantly submitted to the overwhelming dominance of an aristocrat. He shrank back, his shoulders hunching as he stammered a pathetic, broken apology.

I snatched the heavy black metal box from his grip. Without another word, I turned on my heel and glided toward the heavy oak doors, leaving him standing in the dim chalet, completely drowning in his delusional fantasy of conquest. He had no idea he had just been played by the wolfless cousin he had once sold out.

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