Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244

Kira’s POV

My heart hammered against my ribs as I sprinted toward Andy. The sight of him stumbling out of the warehouse, face streaked with blood, sent a cold spike of fear through my chest. His left arm hung awkwardly at his side, the sleeve charred and smoking.

“Andy!” I shouted, reaching him just as his knees buckled. I caught him around the waist, nearly falling with him as his weight collapsed against me. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

His skin was hot to the touch, face smeared with soot and blood from a deep gash across his cheekbone. The left side of his jacket was burned away, revealing angry red skin beneath.

“Jesus, how bad is it?” I asked, easing him down to the ground as another explosion rocked the warehouse behind us. The blast sent vibrations through the pavement, and I instinctively hunched over Andy, shielding him from the shower of debris that followed.

“Not as bad as it looks,” he gasped, wincing as I helped him sit up. “Burns heal.”

I quickly assessed his injuries – the facial laceration wasn’t deep enough to be life–threatening, and the burn on his arm, while painful, wouldn’t be fatal for a werewolf with our healing abilities. The relief made me dizzy.

“What the hell happened in there?” I demanded, tearing a strip from the bottom of my shirt to wipe blood from his face.

Before he could answer, Rocco’s voice rang out behind me, shouting orders to Vanessa’s team. I glanced back to see him directing the wolves into a defensive formation around the perimeter, his movements precise and commanding. Whatever personal issues existed between us, in this moment he was every inch the Alpha leader.

“It’s a trap,” Andy coughed, grabbing my wrist with his good hand. His eyes were wide with urgency. “Kira, he knew we were coming. All of it – he planned for this.”

“The team?” I asked, my stomach dropping.

Andy shook his head, his expression grim. “We got separated. There was some kind of gas…” He paused to cough again. “It wasn’t just knockout gas. People started forgetting things, getting confused. Some of them turned on each other.”

Rocco approached, crouching beside us. “What about Ethan? Did you see him?”

“Central lab area, Andy nodded toward the warehouse. “He’s got some kind of device set up. I saw containers – lots of them.”

“Containers of what?” I asked, though I already feared the answer.

“The memory compound, Andy confirmed. “But weaponized, mass–produced. And he’s got this distribution system…” Another explosion cut him off, this one larger than before. We all ducked as flaming debris scattered across the parking lot,

Andy’s face hardened. “Those are my people in there, Kira. I’m responsible for them.”

‘You’ll slow us down,” Rocco said bluntly.

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion,” Andy snapped.

I placed a hand on Andy’s uninjured arm. “Andy, please. You’re hurt.”

Vanessa stepped forward. “He can coordinate with me from the command vehicle. We’ll direct the outer perimeter operation while you and Rocco go for the central target.”

Andy looked like he wanted to argue further, but instead gave a reluctant nod. “Fine. But you stay in constant communication.”

We quickly divided into teams. Rocco distributed gas masks from the SUV’s emergency kit while Rebecca remotely fed us the latest satellite imagery of the warehouse interior, identifying hot spots and movement patterns.