Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Kira’s POV

“Be careful with his head,” I cautioned as we carefully lifted Ethan’s unconscious form into the back of what appeared to be an ordinary delivery van. Its battered exterior blended seamlessly with the surrounding vehicles, concealing the reinforced walls and specialized containment area inside—designed specifically for transporting werewolves like him.

I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, scanning the dimly lit parking lot for any sign of pursuit. My heart was still racing, adrenaline refusing to subside after our narrow escape from the hotel. Three years of rigorous training had taught me to trust my instincts implicitly, and right now, they screamed that we needed to move fast—no delays, no mistakes.

“All clear on the north perimeter,” Rebecca’s voice crackled softly through my earpiece as she slid into the driver’s seat. Her hands gripped the steering wheel with steady control, though I could smell the faint trace of adrenaline lingering on her skin. “Mason confirms no unusual activity on traffic cameras.”

Andy secured the final silver-infused restraint around Ethan’s ankles, the material leaving faint red marks even through his clothing. “The sedative should keep him out cold for at least two hours,” he said quietly, his tone low and serious. “That gives us plenty of time to get him to the safe house.”

I nodded in acknowledgment and climbed into the back of the van, settling into a position where I could keep a close eye on Ethan while still maintaining a clear view through the tinted rear windows. The weight of what we’d just accomplished pressed down on me like a heavy cloak—we had captured a crucial Triads operative, one who might finally hold the answers to my father’s mysterious condition and the enigmatic Project Phoenix.

“Let’s get moving,” I said firmly. Rebecca eased the van out of the parking lot, taking a deliberately winding route through the city’s late-night streets to avoid drawing attention.

As we drove, I studied Ethan’s face under the harsh overhead light. Shadows played across his features, softening the monster I knew him to be. In unconsciousness, he looked almost innocent—nothing like the ruthless predator who had terrorized countless women.

“You know more than you’ve let on,” I whispered, narrowing my eyes as I leaned closer. “And I’m going to make sure I get every last detail from you.”

Andy caught my gaze, concern flickering in his eyes. “You holding up okay?”

I shrugged, unwilling to reveal the turmoil roiling inside me. “I’ll be better once he starts talking.”

The van turned onto a side street, then another, weaving through the city in a pattern designed to lose any tails. My eyes stayed glued to the rearview windows, searching for headlights that might be following us too closely.

“Andy, what’s the surveillance update?” I asked, my voice tightening despite my attempt to sound calm.

He tapped his tablet, pulling up a series of live camera feeds. “So far, so good. We have eyes on every route leading to the safe house. No unusual activity detected.”

I let out a slow breath, allowing myself a brief moment of relief. “Good.”

The earpiece crackled again. “Safe house is prepped and ready,” Mason’s familiar voice reported. “Monitoring shows no suspicious movement nearby.”

“Thanks, Mason,” I replied, my gaze flickering back to Ethan. His eyelids fluttered occasionally—dreams or nightmares, I couldn’t be sure. Either way, I hoped they were unpleasant.

“How long until he wakes?” I asked Andy, who was busy checking Ethan’s vital signs.

“Maybe twenty minutes, maybe less. The sedative is wearing off faster than expected. His metabolism is impressive, even for a werewolf.”

“Then let’s get ready. I want everyone in position the moment he comes to.” I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the tension that had built up during our escape.

Andy touched my arm lightly. “Don’t forget to pace yourself. This could take a while.”

I nodded, appreciating his concern even as I brushed it off. There was too much at stake to worry about my own comfort or fatigue.

While the team finished preparing the room, I stepped into the adjacent observation area to collect my thoughts. My reflection stared back at me from the one-way glass—pale face, determined eyes, and the faint crease between my brows that never seemed to fade these days. Three years of hunting, training, and surviving had carved a hardness into me I sometimes barely recognized.

When I returned to the interrogation room, Ethan was beginning to stir. His fingers twitched first, then his eyelids fluttered more insistently. A low groan escaped his lips as consciousness slowly returned.

I positioned myself directly in front of him, wanting my face to be the first thing he saw.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice cold and steady as his eyes finally opened. “Sleep well?”