Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 144

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Chapter 144

With every mocking word he uttered, his attacks grew wilder, more desperate, and far less precise. I kept dodging, carefully conserving my strength while he squandered his in frantic bursts. When he lunged forward again, I deliberately left my left side vulnerable, a calculated trap laid out just for him.

As expected, he took the bait without hesitation. His jaws snapped toward my arm, but I twisted away at the last second, driving the silver dagger deep into his right hind leg—right where I’d spotted the old injury days ago.

His howl of agony echoed painfully in the cramped space, reverberating off the walls. He collapsed immediately, unable to support himself on the wounded limb. Seizing the opportunity, I leapt onto his back, pressing the silver blade firmly against the thick fur covering his throat.

“Change back,” I commanded, my voice icy and unwavering. “Now. Or I’ll test how well wolves survive with their throats slit.”

For a heartbeat, I thought he might defy me still. Then, slowly, the transformation began to reverse. Fur receded, bones shifted and cracked, and within moments, a naked, bleeding man lay beneath me instead of a snarling wolf.

Without wasting a second, I pulled silver-infused restraints from a hidden pocket in my dress and bound his hands tightly behind his back. Once secured, I dragged him to a nearby chair and forced him to sit, watching him wince as the cold metal touched his skin.

“These are silver cuffs,” I explained, my tone sharp. “Struggle, and they’ll burn deeper into your flesh.”

His eyes, now human but burning with hatred, followed my every move as I retrieved a syringe from another concealed pocket.

“Truth serum,” I said, uncapping the needle with deliberate calm. “Specially formulated for werewolves. It makes lying impossible.”

“What do you want?” he spat, fear flickering in his gaze as he eyed the needle. “Revenge?”

I pressed the syringe into his arm without hesitation, watching his face twist as the serum coursed into his bloodstream. “I want answers.”

As the serum began to take effect—his pupils dilating slightly—I stepped back and smiled coldly. “So, you’re the man who helped design the trap three years ago? I’m… disappointed.”

Ethan writhed against the restraints, sweat beading on his forehead. “I was only following orders… I had no choice…” he muttered, desperation creeping into his voice.

“Why did you betray my father?” I demanded, leaning closer so he could feel the weight of my accusation. “He sponsored your education. Gave you chances. Why turn against him?”