Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Chapter 194

Aria’s POV

The school told me everything in sixty seconds flat.

A woman. Claimed to be my sister. Had documentation. Had a story. Said I’d called her and asked her to come. Called it a family emergency.

She had consent forms.

She looked enough like me that nobody thought twice.

I stood at the front desk and listened to all of it and felt the ground disappear under my feet.

"We tried calling," the woman at the desk said. Her voice careful. Apologetic. Like she already knew she’d made a catastrophic mistake. "Twice. It went to voicemail both times—"

"I know." My voice came out wrong. Too quiet. Too controlled. "I know it did. Which direction did the car go?"

The woman blinked. "Sorry?"

"The car." I pressed my hands flat on the desk. Made myself breathe. "When she left with the girls. Which direction did the car go?"

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I don’t know how I made it outside.

My legs were moving. That was all I knew. Moving, because stopping wasn’t an option. Stopping meant thinking. Thinking meant feeling the full weight of what was happening, and if I let myself feel that right now I would collapse right here in the school parking lot and never get up.

Lina and Lilith were in a car with Serena.

Serena, who was desperate enough for money that she’d been selling wolfsbane to an already-broken man.

Serena, who our mother had described as nearly broke. Who had nothing left, no safety net, no connections, no cash flow—now that Lucian was out of the picture.

*She’s going to sell them.*

The thought arrived fully formed, and it was so horrifying that I actually stopped walking for one second. Just one. My body refused to move.

Then I started moving again. Faster.

*Think. Think. You have to think.*

My phone was in my hand. I was dialing Kael. Training session, phone off, I knew that already, I knew, but I dialed anyway. It rang once and went to voicemail.

"Kael." My voice didn’t sound like mine. "Kael, call me the second you get this. It’s—just call me. Please."

I hung up. Looked at the street in front of me.

Serena’s car. Cream-colored, I was pretty sure. She’d had a cream car last time I saw her. Had the school noticed which way it went? They had. Left. Which meant she’d taken the main road.

I started walking. No plan. No destination. Just the knowledge that standing still was unacceptable.

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The first camera I found was outside a pharmacy on the corner.

I walked in without thinking. Went straight to the counter and put my hands on the glass and looked the pharmacist directly in the eye.

"I know this sounds insane," I said. "But someone just took my daughters. I need to see your security footage from the last twenty minutes. Please."

He stared at me.

"Please," I said again. My voice cracked on the word.

He looked at my face. At whatever was on it—desperation, terror, some combination of both that was probably hard to look at. Then he set down what he was doing and came around the counter.

"Show me the time stamp you need."

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She’d gone straight through the intersection. Hadn’t slowed down. The footage was grainy but clear enough—cream-colored car, moving fast, heading for the junction that led toward the highway.

The pharmacist was already reaching for his phone. "I’m calling the police—"

"Thank you." I was already heading for the door. "Do that. Tell them the car is heading toward the east highway. Cream sedan."

"Miss—"

"Thank you," I said again, and pushed back out into the street.

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The highway.

She was going to the highway. Which meant she wasn’t staying in the territory. She was taking them somewhere else. Somewhere nobody would look. Somewhere she’d arranged in advance.

*She planned this.*

The thought made me sick. This wasn’t impulsive. She hadn’t grabbed my daughters on a whim. She’d thought about it. She’d gotten documentation. She’d had a story ready. She’d timed it.

She’d planned to take my children.

I was walking too fast for someone with an injured leg. I knew that. The makeshift bandage Selene had wrapped around the cut had held for most of the day, but I could feel it now—that hot, pulling ache with every step. Blood seeping. The fabric of my slacks sticking to the wound in a way that was going to be unpleasant to deal with later.

*Later. Deal with it later.*

I checked every camera I could find. Three more businesses. A bank. A traffic camera on the main road—I couldn’t access that one myself, I’d need someone with credentials, someone with connections—

My phone buzzed.

Not Kael. Damon.

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