Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 156

My silver blade cut sharply through the still night air, striking the right guard’s forearm with a sizzling hiss. The sharp crack of burning flesh and his strangled cry confirmed I’d hit exactly where I intended. Silver against werewolf skin was lethal—a combination that left no room for error. His eyes widened in stunned disbelief as he attempted to complete his transformation, but pain froze his body halfway through the shift, trapping him in a tormenting limbo.

“Damn,” he gasped, clutching his injured arm tightly.

Next to me, Andy had already morphed into his massive wolf form. His powerful muscles flexed beneath the thick dark fur as he lunged at the left guard. The heavy thud of impact was followed by a terrified yelp when Andy’s jaws clamped down around the man’s throat. It wasn’t a killing bite, but it was enough to render him helpless.

I acted fast, pulling a syringe from my belt and plunging it into the first guard’s neck. His eyes rolled back almost immediately as the sedative took hold. Andy released his grip and stepped back, giving me room to inject the second dose.

“Quiet and clean,” I murmured, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Just like we planned.”

Together, we dragged the unconscious guards into the thick bushes nearby, hiding them from any patrolling eyes. I pressed my finger against the communication device nestled in my ear.

“East entrance secured,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Rebecca’s voice crackled back through the static, tense but controlled. “Copy that. Hold your position until all teams report in.”

The adrenaline from our first clash still surged through me, my heart pounding fiercely against my ribs. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to calm down. Three years of relentless training had prepared me for this moment—I couldn’t afford a single mistake now.

We slipped silently into the cave entrance, leaving the pale moonlight behind us. The temperature dropped instantly, and I suppressed a shiver crawling up my spine. Blue luminescent minerals embedded in the cavern walls cast an eerie, otherworldly glow throughout the tunnel, making flashlights unnecessary. It was a small mercy in this dark, foreboding place.

Andy shifted back to human form beside me, swiftly pulling on the dark clothes he’d strapped to his leg before transforming. Even in the dim light, I noticed the fresh wound on his arm—the mark left by one of the guards during the fight.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his eyes darting along the rocky walls.

I nodded, trailing my fingers over the rough stone. There was something strange about this cave—a subtle vibration beneath the surface, almost like a heartbeat pulsing through the earth itself. “It’s as if the entire cave is alive.”

“Ancient werewolf energy,” Andy explained quietly. “The elders always said places like this were where the first werewolves communed with the moon.”

We quickened our pace, sliding along the wall where shadows pooled thickest. The tunnel widened as we descended, the blue glow growing stronger. My senses—dulled compared to my werewolf days, yet still keener than a normal human’s—picked up the sharp scent of incense mixed with something metallic. Blood.

Turning a sharp corner, we stumbled into what appeared to be a preparation area. A stone table stood in the center, cluttered with ancient-looking scrolls, glass vials filled with vibrant liquids, and ceremonial daggers.

Andy moved forward to examine the scrolls while I kept watch. His eyes widened as he scanned the faded text.

“This is bad,” he muttered. “I’ve only seen references to this in the elders’ forbidden tomes.”

“What is it?” I leaned in closer, studying the intricate symbols and diagrams of moon phases etched onto the yellowed parchment.

“Soul transference ritual,” Andy whispered, his voice barely audible. “The ancient werewolves believed it was possible to transfer consciousness from one body to another.”

I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped photos of the documents. As I shifted the papers, I uncovered a handwritten note tucked beneath them. The scrawled words sent a chill racing down my spine: “Container must share bloodline with the returner to ensure perfect compatibility.”