Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Chapter 197

Aria’s POV

My head was heavy.

Like something was pressing down on it from all sides—thick, warm, slow. I tried to think and couldn’t. Tried to remember where I was and couldn’t do that either. The last thing I had was the car. Kael’s voice. The girls crying.

And then nothing.

Just white.

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I blinked.

White everywhere. Not the white of a hospital ceiling or a blank wall. Something else entirely. Softer. Like light diffused through fog, coming from no particular direction, just all around me, underneath me, above me.

I was standing.

I didn’t remember standing up.

The ground beneath my feet was covered in flowers—pale ones, mostly, soft petals in every shade of white and cream and the faintest blush pink, growing thick between patches of grass that felt cool and real under my bare feet. Mist drifted between them. Curled around my ankles. Rose in slow, lazy spirals and then dissolved before it reached my knees.

It was beautiful.

It was also completely, utterly silent.

I turned in a slow circle.

Flowers. Mist. More flowers. The fog stretched out in every direction, far enough that I couldn’t see where it ended, and the light—whatever it was—stayed steady and soft and sourceless.

*Where—*

And then it hit me all at once, like cold water.

Lina.

"Lina!" I was moving before I finished the word, turning again, scanning, looking. "Lina! Lilith—"

Nothing.

No small voice calling back. No tiny footsteps running toward me. Just my own voice, swallowed by the fog, leaving nothing but a faint echo.

My chest seized.

"Kael!" Louder this time, panic starting to climb my throat. "Kael, I’m—" My voice broke on his name. I pressed my hand to my mouth and made myself breathe. *Think. Think.* "Kael—"

Only the echo.

I walked. I didn’t know which direction—there wasn’t one that looked different from any other—I just walked, because standing still felt impossible. The flowers bent slightly as I moved through them. The mist parted. Behind me, it closed again, seamless, like I’d never been there.

I called their names until my voice went raw.

Lina. Kael. Lilith. Kael. *Kael.*

No answer. Every time.

I was starting to shake when I heard it.

A voice.

Low. Female. Coming from somewhere ahead and slightly to the left, muffled by the fog.

"Aria."

I stopped.

It wasn’t any voice I recognized. Not Kael’s voice. Not Lina’s. But something about the way it said my name made my feet move toward it anyway, pulled like a thread being drawn through cloth.

I pushed through a thick curtain of mist.

And found her.

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She was sitting in the middle of a small clearing—cross-legged on the grass, hands resting open in her lap. White dress. White hair, loose around her shoulders. She looked older than anyone I’d ever seen and younger at the same time, the way certain things do when they’ve simply existed long enough that age stops being the right word for them.

She was looking at me.

Her expression was—I didn’t have a word for it. Gentle. Sad. Something deep and patient in it, like she’d been waiting for a long time and had made peace with the waiting.

I approached slowly. Cautiously.

"Hello," I said. Because I didn’t know what else to say. "I’m sorry—do I know you? I think I might be lost."

She smiled. Just slightly.

"No," she said. "You’re not lost."

"I can’t find my daughter." My voice came out thinner than I wanted it to. "And I can’t find Kael. I don’t know where—"

"They’re not here." Her voice was calm. Not dismissive—just certain. "This place isn’t for them."

I looked around. The flowers. The mist. The impossible soft light.

"Then what place is this?"

She tilted her head. Looked at me the way you look at someone when you’re deciding how much truth to give them all at once.

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