Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Kira’s POV

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I stared at my reflection in the small mirror of the safe house bathroom, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at me. Three years of training had transformed me in ways I never imagined. My fingers trembled slightly as I zipped up the sleek black tactical suit Rebecca had designed specifically for tonight’s operation. The material hugged my body like a second skin–lightweight enough for quick movement but reinforced in vital areas.

Tonight, I whispered to myself, “this all ends.”

1 secured the silver dagger to my hip holster, feeling its weight against my thigh. The blade had been specially crafted to inflict damage on werewolves–creatures I once counted myself among. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

A knock interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called, adjusting the suit’s collar.

Rebecca appeared in the doorway, already dressed in her own tactical gear. Her expression was focused, all business.

*Final equipment check in ten minutes,” she said, handing me a tiny communication device no larger than my pinky nail. “All frequencies encrypted. The signal can’t be detected, even by enhanced werewolf senses.”

I nodded, placing the device in my ear. “How’s everyone else holding up?”

“Tense, but ready.” Rebecca paused, studying me. “You sure you’re good for this? No one would blame you if—”

“I’m fine, I cut her off, perhaps too sharply. “Sorry, I just… I need to be there. I need to see this through.”

She squeezed my shoulder once before leaving. I took a deep breath, centering myself. My stomach felt like a knot of snakes, but I couldn’t afford fear or hesitation. Not tonight.

The team had gathered in the garage when I arrived. The air hummed with nervous energy as everyone performed final equipment checks. Three unmarked black SUVS stood ready, engines purring quietly–ordinary–looking vehicles hiding reinforced frames and specialized equipment.

Mason stood by an open metal case, distributing gear to the team members.

“Each of you gets two of these,‘ he explained, holding up what looked like a high–tech syringe. “One injection will temporarily suppress a werewolf’s ability to shift. Use them wisely–we don’t have extras.”

I accepted my pair, securing them in the specialized pockets of my suit. My fingers brushed against the silver blade at my hip, a reassuring presence.

Andy appeared at my side, his familiar scent–pine and something uniquely him–momentarily steadying my nerves. Our eyes met, and I could see the silent question there. We hadn’t talked about the kiss since it happened, and now wasn’t the time, but something had definitely shifted between us.

“Ready?” he asked simply.

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Jennifer nodded, her expression grim. “Strike team will create diversions here and here,” she pointed to locations on the map. “Drawing attention away from the eastern approach.”

“Blocking team will secure the exits to prevent reinforcements or escapes,” Rebecca continued. “Core team-” she looked at Andy and me, -will penetrate to the central chamber and stop whatever ritual they’re performing.”

Mason pointed to the time display. “We move now. Clock’s ticking.”

With final nods, we divided into our assigned vehicles. I climbed into the second SUV with Andy, feeling the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on me. As we pulled away from the safe house, I watched the city lights fade behind us, knowing that by dawn, everything would be different–one way or another.

The drive was mostly silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts. As buildings gave way to countryside and finally to the winding mountain roads, I sensed the growing pull of the moon. Even with my diminished connection to my wolf nature, I could feel it–tomorrow would be the full moon, and tonight its power was already building.

“You feel it too?” Andy asked quietly.

I nodded, watching the shadowy landscape pass. “The pre–moon energy. All werewolves will be feeling it tonight, including the Triads.”

“Makes them stronger,” he acknowledged, “but also more instinctive, less rational. We can use that.”

The vehicles finally stopped in a small clearing about three kilometers from our target, Mason immediately set up a portable monitoring station, launching a drone for reconnaissance.