Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164

Rebecca’s POV

Consciousness came back slowly.

Like dragging myself up from the bottom of a deep, dark ocean.

Everything hurt.

My head. My throat. My ribs. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest.

I tried to open my eyes. Managed just a crack. The world was blurry. Unfocused. Moving.

Wait.

Moving?

I blinked. Tried to focus.

The ground was passing beneath me. Rough. Rocky. My feet dragged across it uselessly.

Someone was pulling me.

Two someones.

Strong hands gripping my arms. Hauling me forward like I was a sack of garbage.

My brain struggled to process.

Where was I?

What was happening?

Fragments of memory started coming back. The wasteland. The sun. The endless walking. Collapsing.

The lights.

Someone had found me.

Relief flooded through my chest. Sharp and overwhelming.

Must be Kael.

He’d sent someone. Of course he had. He’d realized his mistake. Realized that exiling me was too harsh. Realized that Aria was a lying manipulative bitch who’d twisted everything.

He was coming back for me.

A sound escaped my throat. Half laugh, half sob.

I tried to speak. My voice came out as a croak.

"Is... is it Kael?"

The hands didn’t loosen. Didn’t slow.

I swallowed. Tried again. Forced the words through my raw throat.

"Did Kael send you?" My voice was hoarse. Raspy. Barely recognizable as my own. "Did he... did he realize that bitch was lying?"

Nothing.

No response.

Just the steady sound of boots on gravel. The sensation of being dragged.

"Hey!" I tried to pull my arms free. Tried to make them look at me. "I’m talking to you!"

Still nothing.

Panic started creeping in. Just a little. Just at the edges.

"You’re hurting me!" The words came out sharper now. More insistent. "Let go! Do you know who I am? Do you know what Kael will do to you if you damage me?"

The grip on my arms tightened.

Pain shot through my shoulders. Made me gasp.

"OW! Stop it!" I tried to twist away. "I said you’re HURTING me! When Kael finds out about this, he’ll punish you! Both of you!"

They kept walking.

Kept dragging me forward like I’d said nothing at all.

My heart was pounding now. Too fast. Too hard.

"Listen to me!" Desperation crept into my voice. "I know you’re probably just following orders. I get it. But you need to be more careful with me. I’m... I’m important. I’m going to be Luna someday. You can’t just manhandle me like this!"

No reaction.

Not even a glance.

"If you stop now," I tried a different approach. Softer. Almost pleading. "If you apologize and treat me properly, I’ll forgive you. I promise. I won’t tell Kael what happened. We can just forget this whole thing."

Nothing.

"Please!" The word burst out. Raw. Genuine. "Just talk to me! Tell me what’s happening! Where are we going?"

Silence.

Absolute, terrifying silence.

I started struggling harder. Pulling against their grip with what little strength I had left.

"LET GO OF ME!"

One of them grabbed my hair. Yanked my head back.

I screamed.

The pain was sharp. Blinding. Stars burst across my vision.

"Shut up."

The voice was cold. Flat. Completely devoid of any emotion.

Then he released my hair. Shoved me forward.

I stumbled. Would have fallen if they weren’t still gripping my arms.

Tears burned in my eyes. From the pain. From the fear. From the horrible, dawning realization that something was very, very wrong.

These weren’t Kael’s men.

They couldn’t be.

Kael’s wolves were professional. Respectful. They would never treat me like this.

So who were they?

I forced myself to look around. To actually pay attention to my surroundings instead of just existing in my bubble of pain and confusion.

The landscape had changed.

We weren’t in the wasteland anymore. Weren’t in the open desert under the burning sun.

We were... inside something?

A cave? A tunnel?

The walls were close. Dark. Made of rough stone that glistened with moisture.

Torches burned at intervals. Casting flickering orange light across everything.

The air smelled wrong. Damp. Musty. With an underlying scent of something I couldn’t identify.

Rot? Decay?

My stomach churned.

Voices started reaching my ears. Rough. Loud. Coming from somewhere ahead.

Laughter. The harsh, grating kind. The kind that made my skin crawl.

Then the tunnel opened up.

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