Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

I met her next strike head-on, raising my forearm just in time to block the blow, though the sharp impact made me wince. She was undeniably strong—far more powerful than any werewolf I had sparred with during training. Each clash sent waves of ache through my arms, but I forced myself to stay sharp, studying her movements carefully. There was an eerie familiarity in her fighting style, a pattern I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Suddenly, a ruckus erupted near the cave entrance, momentarily pulling my attention away. Rebecca and Jennifer appeared, leading a small but determined squad of fighters. Their arrival threw several of Red Mask’s followers into disarray as they scrambled to intercept the newcomers.

My earpiece crackled to life. “East entrance secured,” Rebecca’s voice came through, clearer now. “Mason reports the west side is holding. Extraction route is ready whenever you give the word.”

That brief distraction cost me dearly. Red Mask seized the moment, delivering a brutal kick to my stomach that sent me staggering backward. I gasped, struggling to catch my breath, and leaned heavily against a nearby jagged rock formation to steady myself.

“Your little friends won’t save you,” Red Mask said coldly, her voice sharp and unyielding. “Nothing can stop what’s already been set in motion.”

I pushed through the pain, straightening my posture. “We’ll see about that,” I said, determination burning in my chest.

With the pressure eased by our reinforcements, Andy had finally broken free from his assailants. He charged toward a table laden with ceremonial items, slamming into it with his broad shoulder and sending it crashing to the ground. Glass vials shattered, spilling a vivid blue liquid across the cold stone floor. The robed figures around us cried out in alarm, several rushing to salvage whatever they could.

Red Mask’s head snapped sharply toward the commotion. “Stop him!” she barked, rage thickening her voice.

Seizing the moment, I lunged forward, driving my silver blade into her arm. The knife sliced through the red fabric of her robe, drawing a thin line of blood. She hissed in pain and stumbled back, the mask shifting just enough to reveal a sliver of skin beneath.

“Three years ago, you thought I was dead,” I said, pressing my advantage. “Must be disappointing to find out I survived.”

Her voice changed, a subtle rawness creeping in. “You should have stayed in your grave. It would have been better for everyone.”

“So you admit it was your plan?” I circled her slowly, eyes scanning for another opening. “Why are you so hellbent on destroying my life?”

A cold, humorless laugh escaped her lips, echoing strangely behind the mask. “I’m just showing you reality.”

“That’s odd,” I replied, keeping my gaze locked on her movements. “Your hatred feels… personal. Like I took something from you.” I tilted my head slightly. “This isn’t just about pack politics, is it?”

Her rhythm faltered for a moment; my words had clearly struck a nerve. Good.

Across the chamber, Andy reached the stone coffin, clearly determined to disrupt whatever lay inside. Red Mask noticed and moved with lightning speed to intercept him, momentarily turning her back to me.

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