Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Chapter 195

Kael’s POV

The voicemail hit me like a gunshot.

I’d been in the middle of a drill formation when Damon appeared at the edge of the training field. One look at his face and I knew. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t small.

I was in the car before he finished talking.

The whole drive, I kept replaying her voice in my head. That voicemail. Three sentences. *Kael, call me the second you get this. It’s—just call me. Please.*

She’d stopped mid-sentence.

Aria never stopped mid-sentence.

Damon briefed me from the passenger seat. Serena. The school. The cream-colored car heading south. The girls. I listened to every word and kept my hands steady on the wheel and said nothing because if I opened my mouth right now, something was going to come out that I couldn’t take back.

I found her on a sidewalk, two blocks from the industrial ring road, limping toward the southern boundary like she was going to chase down the car on foot.

I almost didn’t recognize her for a second. Not because of how she looked—that sharp profile, that straight spine—but because of the way she was moving. Like she was held together by sheer stubbornness and nothing else.

She went down on one knee just as I pulled over.

I was out of the car and across the pavement in seconds.

"Hey." I got my hands around her before she hit the ground. "Hey—I’ve got you."

She turned her head. Found my eyes. And for just one second, every wall she’d been holding up all afternoon—the control, the focus, the terrible calm—cracked right down the middle.

"Kael." The way she said my name. Like she’d been holding it in her chest for hours and had finally run out of room.

"I’m here." I looked down at her leg. At the soaked bandaging. At the dark stain spreading through her slacks. My jaw locked. "What happened to your leg?"

"It doesn’t matter right now."

"Aria—"

"The girls," she said. Sharp. Clear. Back in control, just like that. "Serena has them. She’s heading for the border, Kael. She’s going to sell them."

Something in my chest went very, very cold.

"Get in the car," I said.

"I’m coming with you."

"I know." I was already pulling her upright. "That’s why I said get in the car."

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She told me everything on the drive.

I listened. Eyes on the road. Foot on the accelerator. Every detail landing like a stone in still water.

Serena had planned this. Documentation. A story. Fake consent forms that looked real enough to fool school staff. She’d studied Aria’s schedule. She’d known exactly when to show up, exactly what to say.

She’d been planning this for a while.

And I hadn’t seen it coming.

That was the part I couldn’t stop turning over in my head. I had an entire intelligence network. I had people watching the perimeter. I had files on every potential threat to this territory and to Aria’s family.

And I hadn’t seen this coming.

"How long has your leg been like that?" I asked.

A pause.

"Not so long," she said.

I didn’t argue. There was no argument to make.

Instead I picked up my phone and made three calls. Fast. Precise. The tracking team had already locked Serena’s car—Route Eleven, heading south, less than twelve minutes from the outer boundary crossing. I gave orders. Roadblock at the boundary. Intercept teams from both flanks. Nobody moves until I’m in position.

"You have her?" Aria asked when I hung up.

"We have the car." I looked at her. "We’ll have her in ten minutes."

She turned back to the window.

Her fingers were pressed flat against her thigh—not over the wound, just beside it. Like she was containing herself. Keeping everything inside by sheer force of will.

Ten minutes had never felt so long.

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We saw the car from half a kilometer out.

Serena had stopped. Not by choice.

Two black SUVs had boxed her in from either side. A third sat across the road dead ahead, engine running, lights on. She’d driven straight into the trap and probably hadn’t realized it until the last twenty seconds.

The cream-colored sedan sat crooked on the asphalt. She’d braked hard. There were skid marks.

I pulled up behind it and stepped out.

Open road. Low scrubland. The boundary markers visible in the distance—red and silver, Blood Crown territory’s edge. Four minutes. Maybe less.

She’d been four minutes away.

My people stepped back when I walked through. They knew better than to be between me and whatever I was walking toward.

The passenger doors were still shut. Nobody had gotten out from the inside. Good.

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