Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 164

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My heart pounded fiercely against my chest as I dashed through the twisting tunnel, each breath ragged and urgent. The scent of Lyra, mingled with the coppery tang of blood, pulled me forward like an invisible tether I couldn’t resist. The sounds of a heated struggle echoed ominously off the damp, rough walls of the cavern, growing more intense with every frantic step I took.

Only weeks ago, I had uncovered the shocking truth that my sister was still alive—after ten long years of believing she was gone forever. The mere thought of losing her once more sent a cold wave of panic surging through my veins. I had to reach her in time. I had to stop whatever nightmare was unfolding before it was too late.

I crashed into the cavern’s main chamber, my eyes instantly sweeping over the chaotic scene before me. Several figures armed and alert were positioned defensively, their faces unfamiliar and tense. Then my gaze locked onto Lyra’s battered form sprawled on the ground, crimson blood oozing from a deep wound on her shoulder. Looming above her was a woman, a silver blade gleaming dangerously in her hand, poised to strike again.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I surged forward, my Alpha speed propelling me across the cavern floor in an instant. I seized the attacker’s wrist, wrenching it away from my sister and stepping firmly between them.

“Leave her alone!” I growled, my voice low and commanding, filled with the raw power of my Alpha presence.

Lyra’s eyes met mine, relief flickering there but tangled with something else—was it triumph? Her once pristine white robe was stained a deep crimson, her face twisted in pain, yet she forced a faint smile that sent a shiver of unease crawling up my spine.

*Lyra, why did you let it come to this?* I thought desperately, guilt crashing over me like a tidal wave. *I should have done more when I found you. I could have protected you.*

“Lyra,” I whispered, keeping my gaze locked on the attacker, “why didn’t you come to me? I could have kept you safe.”

A tightness gripped my chest. If only I’d found her sooner, if only I’d helped her heal properly, none of this would be happening. The years she spent alone had clearly twisted something deep inside her, molding her into someone I barely recognized anymore.

I turned sharply to face the woman I had just pushed away, ready to warn her off again. But the words caught in my throat as I truly looked at her—really looked.

There was something achingly familiar about her. My eyes narrowed, my mind struggling to process the flood of recognition hitting me like a tidal wave. A scent washed over me suddenly—fresh rainwater mixed with wild roses—one I’d known intimately, one that had haunted my dreams for years.