Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 89

“Get your hands off me! Do you even know who I am?” Her voice cracked with panic, sharp and desperate as she shouted into the empty space. “Hello? Anyone? Please, help me!”

A chill ran down my spine as that voice pierced through the darkness—I’d recognize it anywhere.

Kim. My twin sister.

My throat tightened painfully. What on earth was she doing here? This couldn’t be mere coincidence. My mind scrambled to piece together the chaos around us—the blindfold pressing firmly over my eyes, the rough ropes biting into my wrists with every small movement.

“Save your strength,” came a cold, merciless voice in reply to Kim’s cries. “No one is coming to save you.”

I jerked violently, nearly losing my balance despite the restraints. Who was that? I was sure it had only been Kim and me in the room, but this voice… it was unfamiliar—distorted, almost as if someone was speaking through some strange magical veil. It wasn’t Dr. Green, nor Ethan. No one I recognized.

Someone else was here. How long had they been watching us? My heart pounded harder, dread creeping in as I realized our predicament was far more perilous than I’d imagined.

Before I could steady my thoughts, Kim gasped sharply.

“Kira? Is that you? I can smell you!” Her tone twisted suddenly from fear to venom. “I knew it! You’re behind this, aren’t you? Jealous because I’m becoming Rocco’s official mate, so you kidnapped me and dragged me here!”

The accusation was so ridiculous that despite my terror, a bitter laugh nearly escaped me. “Are you serious? I’m tied up just like you.”

“Then why can’t I shift?” Kim’s voice cracked with rising panic. “What did you do to me?”

“Do you really think I did something to you? Unbelievable.” My voice was hoarse, dry from fear and thirst. “I’m a prisoner too. I can’t shift either.”

“Liar!” she spat, venom dripping from the word. “You’ve always been jealous. You couldn’t bear that Rocco chose me instead of—”

Slow, deliberate clapping interrupted her furious outburst. The sound made my skin crawl, goosebumps prickling along my arms despite the room’s warmth.

“Thank you both for that fascinating little confrontation,” the mysterious voice said again, echoing oddly, making it impossible to tell if it belonged to a man or a woman. “Truly entertaining.”

My head spun with confusion. Who was this person? What did they want from us? How did they fit into everything that had happened so far?

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