Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Chapter 207

Kael’s POV

I turned the badge over in my palm one more time.

Small. Dark metal. Roughly cast, like someone had done it fast, under pressure, not caring whether it was pretty. Just caring that it lasted long enough to be found.

**DEFECTORS.**

I’d seen that word before.

Not just the concept—the word itself. The specific font of it, the angle of the letters, the depth of the cuts. The way the *D* curved slightly inward at the bottom, like whoever had made the mold had slipped on that first stroke and kept going anyway.

I’d seen this badge before.

Or something close enough to it that the difference didn’t matter.

Where.

I turned it over again. Ran my thumb across the surface. The metal was cold under my fingers. Tarnished at the edges, dark in the grooves.

*Where have I seen this.*

"Kael."

Damon’s voice. Quiet. Waiting.

I closed my fingers around the badge and looked up.

The east bay was still. The floodlights still hummed outside. Bryce was two rooms down, stable, probably dreaming something dark. Vane and Cho were laid out with their hands folded and their gear straightened because that was the best anyone could do for them right now.

"Have the bodies transported to the proper facility by morning," I said. "Get someone to the families tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight."

Damon nodded.

"Personal visits," I added. "Not a phone call. Not a message through the pack network. Someone goes in person, looks them in the eye, tells them what happened and what we’re doing about it."

"I’ll go myself."

I looked at him.

"You don’t have to—"

"Danil’s wife," he said. His voice was flat, but there was something underneath it. "She deserves to hear it from someone who knew him."

I held his gaze for a second.

Then I nodded. "Okay."

He started to turn away.

"Damon."

He stopped.

"Get some sleep after." I said it quietly. Not an order. Just—something. "You’re no good to me running on fumes."

He gave me a look that was about three seconds away from being an argument. Then he seemed to think better of it.

"You too," he said. Which was as close to *yes, sir* as Damon ever got when he didn’t want to agree with something.

He left.

I stood there alone in the east bay for a moment.

The badge was still in my fist.

*Where have I seen this.*

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The drive back took longer than the drive out.

I wasn’t rushing. My foot was on the accelerator, the city building up around me again as the territory’s eastern ring fell away behind us, but my brain had already detached from speed and destination and was turning that badge over and over in the dark.

Insider knowledge. Fourteen people with access to the east rotation schedule.

Not sophisticated. Not trained. But *patient*.

Someone had been watching our patterns. Mapping our windows. Waiting for the right moment. That kind of surveillance didn’t happen in a day. It didn’t happen in a week.

Whoever was behind this had been watching us for a long time.

*From inside,* Bryce had said.

The word *defectors* sat in my chest like a stone.

I pulled up to the house at half past five in the morning.

The lights were off. All of them, except the faint glow from the lower hallway—the one my mother always left on because she said the dark felt too heavy otherwise. Something she’d done since Lucian and I were small. Old habit. The kind that outlasted everything.

I sat in the car for a moment.

The house was quiet.

That was the first thing I noticed. Genuinely, properly quiet. Not the brittle kind of quiet that preceded an explosion—not the held-breath silence that had lived in these walls for the past several months while Lucian fell apart and my mother tried to hold the pieces together.

Just quiet.

I got out.

Walked to the door. Put my key in the lock.

The house didn’t brace itself when I stepped inside.

That was new.

I stood in the entrance hall and just breathed for a second. Taking stock. The way I always did—automatic, territorial, reading the air. Looking for the static that had been a constant feature of this house for so long I’d started to think it was just architecture.

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