Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 151

I stepped out of the interrogation room, my fingertips brushing absentmindedly along the cool, rough surface of the wall. My mind was still swirling, overwhelmed by the torrent of information Ethan had just spilled. His words echoed relentlessly in my thoughts—“vessel,” “Rocco,” “returner.” Each term felt like a puzzle piece, yet no matter how hard I tried, they refused to fit together into a clear picture.

Dragging my feet toward the modest kitchen in the safe house, I moved on autopilot. I filled a glass with water, the liquid shimmering under the dim light, but I didn’t bring it to my lips. Instead, I simply gazed at it, watching the tiny ripples dance as my hand trembled ever so slightly.

“Container… Rocco… returner… what the hell does it all mean?” I murmured to myself, a chill creeping up my spine despite the room’s warm, cozy atmosphere. The silence of the night pressed in around me, making the weight of those words feel even heavier.

Outside the window, the moon hung low and nearly full, casting a pale glow over the quiet streets. Only three days remained—just seventy-two hours before Red Mask’s twisted ritual would unfold. My stomach twisted into knots at the thought, dread settling deep within me.

“How’d it go in there?”

The sudden voice startled me, and I turned to see Andy leaning casually against the kitchen doorway. How long had he been watching me? His eyes held that familiar, careful intensity I’d come to recognize over the past three years—not judgmental, but quietly observant, as if trying to read every unspoken word.

“You look like you could use this,” he said, stepping forward and offering me a small package wrapped in silver foil. “Sugar and calories. Brain food.”

I took the chocolate bar with a faint smile, grateful for the small comfort. “Thanks,” I whispered, peeling back the wrapper and biting into the sweet treat. The taste momentarily distracted me from the chaos swirling inside my head. “I just… have a lot to sort through.”

Andy shifted to lean beside me at the counter, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, but careful not to crowd me. He always seemed to know exactly where that invisible boundary lay.

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