Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 110

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I carefully rubbed the mixture onto my neck and wrists, the sharp, acrid scent immediately stinging my eyes and bringing tears to the surface. Without the keen senses of my wolf, especially my heightened sense of smell, I had no way of knowing how well it would work. Still, I had to put my faith in Andy’s judgment.

“Ready?” he asked softly, his gaze locking onto mine with quiet intensity.

The truth was, I wasn’t ready at all. Fear churned in my stomach like a storm, but I forced myself to nod in response.

We slipped silently out of the car, moving cautiously through the dense underbrush. The darkness felt thicker without my wolf’s night vision to guide me, and every step became a gamble. Twice I nearly stumbled over gnarled roots hidden beneath the leaves, but Andy’s firm hand on my elbow steadied me, preventing a fall.

As we neared the cabin, more details came into focus. It was small, modest, but clearly cared for—curtains hung in the windows, and a narrow porch stretched across the front. My fingers instinctively curled tighter around the silver dagger concealed in my palm as we hugged the shadows, inching closer.

“Look,” Andy whispered, nodding toward the cabin’s entrance.

A figure emerged from the darkness, approaching the door with deliberate steps. Even in the dim light, I recognized him instantly.

“Noah,” I breathed, my heartbeat quickening.

Why was he here? Had he come to help the child as well? Or was there something more sinister at play?

Before I could stop myself, I took a cautious step forward, ready to call out to him. But Andy’s hand shot up, clamping firmly over my mouth and pulling me back into the safety of the shadows.

“Wait,” he hissed urgently in my ear. “Something’s off.”

Noah knocked on the door, waited a moment, then pushed inside. As the door creaked open, a chilling sound reached my ears—the unmistakable wail of a baby, high-pitched and filled with distress.

“The child,” I whispered, a surge of maternal instinct igniting within me despite the fear. “We need to see what’s going on.”

We crept closer, pressing ourselves against the cabin’s outer wall until we reached a window. The curtains were mostly drawn, but a narrow gap allowed a glimpse inside.