Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 130

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Chapter 130

Kira’s Point of View

I pressed my back firmly against the cold, unyielding wall of the closet, trying desperately to make myself as small and inconspicuous as possible. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that I was certain anyone outside could hear its frantic beating through the thick door. Footsteps echoed closer, growing louder and then stopping mere inches from where I was hiding.

“Search every room on this floor,” a rough, authoritative voice ordered. “Whoever was spying around here couldn’t have gotten far.”

I held my breath, the metallic taste of blood suddenly sharp at the back of my throat. The experimental compound coursing through my veins was clearly deteriorating faster than I had hoped. A wave of heat flushed my skin, making it feel almost too warm, while my vision blurred intermittently, the edges of my sight wavering like a camera struggling to focus.

“Kira, your vitals are destabilizing,” Andy’s voice whispered urgently in my ear through the comms. “The compound is breaking down quicker than we predicted. You need to get out of there immediately.”

Swallowing hard, I fought the rising nausea threatening to betray my position. “I’m working on it,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Trying to analyze my surroundings and plan my next move through the haze of discomfort was a challenge, but three years of rigorous training had prepared me for moments like this. Two guards were nearby—one moving east down the corridor, the other systematically checking each room. If I timed it just right, I could take them out one by one.

As expected, the footsteps split. One set faded down the eastern hallway, while the other crept closer to my closet door. I shifted silently, positioning myself near the doorframe. My fingers found the small canister of emergency sedative spray Rebecca had given me during training.

“Remember,” she had instructed, “aim for the face, then step aside. It knocks wolves out in seconds.”

Deliberately, I knocked a small bottle off the shelf, creating just enough noise to draw attention. The footsteps paused, then approached cautiously. My muscles tensed, adrenaline surging to overpower the compound’s weakening effects.

The door handle turned slowly. I gripped the spray tightly, my body moving on instinct from countless drills. The moment the door creaked open, revealing the guard’s suspicious face, I acted.

One quick spray directly into his eyes and nostrils. He didn’t have a chance to shout before his knees buckled. I caught him as he collapsed, lowering him gently to the floor without making a sound.