Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Kira’s POV

Our argument was cut short by a deafening roar overhead. I instinctively looked up, squinting against the sudden rush of air and debris that swept around us. A black helicopter hovered above, its rotors slicing through the air with violent precision.

My pocket vibrated urgently. I fumbled for my comm device, hands still shaking from the intensity of our confrontation. Andy’s voice crackled through, tight with anxiety.

“Kira! Are you okay? We picked up the building collapse. Status report, now!”

“I’m–we’re alive,” I managed, raising my voice above the noise. “Northeast corner of what used to be the facility.”

The helicopter descended rapidly, landing in a clear patch about fifty yards from where Rocco and I stood. The downdraft kicked up a blinding cloud of dust and small debris, forcing me to shield my eyes with my arm. Through the haze, I could make out figures jumping down before the rotors had fully slowed.

Andy was first, his tall frame moving with urgent purpose toward me. Rebecca followed close behind with two other team members I recognized from base operations. They all carried weapons, eyes scanning the perimeter as they approached.

Andy reached me first, his face transitioning from relief to fury in seconds flat. His eyes locked onto something, and I followed his gaze to my arm. For the first time, I noticed a long gash running from my elbow to my wrist, blood dried in crusty streaks. Must have happened during our escape–adrenaline had masked the pain until now.

“Jesus, Kira,” Andy muttered, gently taking my arm to examine the wound. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing,” I said automatically, though now that I’d noticed it, the cut began to throb.

Andy’s eyes shifted to Rocco, hardening into something dangerous. “She’s injured. This is your idea of ‘I’ll protect her‘?”

Rocco’s jaw tightened. “We just faced Lyra. The entire building was coming down around us.”

“Doesn’t look like Alpha power counts for much then, does it?” Andy’s voice dripped with contempt.

“You have no idea what the situation was,” Rocco took a step forward, voice low and controlled.

“Andy, I’m fine,‘ I interjected, pulling my arm back. “It’s just some scrapes.”

Andy didn’t even look at me, his attention laser–focused on Rocco. “Every single time she’s with you, she gets hurt. Every. Single. Time.”

I felt the tension crackling between them like electricity in the air. Andy stood protectively close to me, while Rocco maintained his distance, his eyes flickering between Andy’s face and mine, I realized with a strange jolt that I was leaning slightly toward Andy, my body language unconsciously siding with him–especially after what Rocco had just revealed about Kim and the babies.

Rebecca approached with a med kit, breaking the standoff. “Let me take a look at that,” she said professionally, gesturing to my arm. I nodded, grateful for the distraction.

As Rebecca cleaned and dressed my wound, Andy crouched beside me, “What happened in there? Did you find anything about Lyra?”

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Chapter 222

I took a deep breath. “She’s alive, Andy. And she’s…” I hesitated, the reality still so bizarre I could barely articulate it. “She’s possessing Kim’s body. My sister. She’s been using her as some kind of vessel.”

Rebecca’s hands paused momentarily before continuing to wrap my arm. Andy’s expression darkened further.

“So your sister,” Andy turned back to Rocco, voice flat, “the one supposedly dead, is actually alive and has taken over your ex–lover’s body?”

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