Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

“Container,” I murmured under my breath, the word echoing in my mind. “That’s what they kept repeating during the meeting. They’re searching for a vessel—a body to transfer someone’s consciousness into.”

Andy suddenly tensed, his head tilting slightly to one side. I froze instantly, recognizing that familiar posture. He was picking up sounds I couldn’t detect.

“Someone’s coming,” he whispered, barely audible. “Three people. They’re heading this way.”

I quickly scanned the room, my eyes landing on a small alcove partly concealed by a heavy tapestry hanging from the ceiling. Without hesitation, we slipped behind it just as footsteps echoed into the chamber. Peeking through a narrow gap in the fabric, I caught sight of three figures cloaked in black robes entering, each clutching something in their hands.

“They have blood,” Andy breathed into my ear, his enhanced senses detecting what escaped me. “Fresh blood.”

One of the robed figures—a woman, judging by her slender frame—placed a delicate crystal vial on the table. “The final component is ready,” she said, her tone clinical and detached. “Vessel preparation will begin at midnight.”

The taller man beside her nodded solemnly. “Are all participants accounted for?”

“The last one just confirmed arrival,” she replied with a brief nod.

Gathering their supplies, they proceeded deeper into the winding tunnel, vanishing further into the cave’s dim labyrinth.

“We should follow them,” I decided, my voice low but urgent. “They’ll lead us right to the main chamber.”

Maintaining a safe distance, we moved silently through the narrowing passages. The eerie blue glow grew more intense, casting ghostly shadows on the rough stone walls. The air thickened, growing warmer and almost suffocating. Sweat beaded on my forehead, but I forced myself to stay focused.

Our earpieces crackled to life again, though the signal was weak and kept cutting out.

“Be… careful…” Jennifer’s voice came through, fragmented and strained. “We’re… detecting… energy… fluctuations…”

“The deeper we go, the stronger the energy becomes,” Andy observed quietly. “Performing this ritual on the night before the full moon will amplify everything. Whatever they’re planning, it’s going to be devastating.”

I nodded grimly, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “All the more reason to stop them.”

We rounded a sharp corner and found ourselves facing an especially narrow passage. As we squeezed through, voices suddenly drifted from ahead—too close for comfort. Andy raised his hand, signaling me to halt, but it was already too late.

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