Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220

Aria’s POV

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Kael’s face went grey.

Not pale. Grey. Like someone had drained the color out of him in one pull.

I was across the tent before I even realized I’d moved.

"Kael—" My hand found his arm. "What happened? What’s wrong?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just stood there, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping, one hand pressed flat against his temple like he was trying to hold something in place that was threatening to break loose.

"Kael." I squeezed his arm harder. "Talk to me."

"It’s Ronan." His voice came out rough. Strained. "Something’s wrong at the front lines."

My stomach dropped.

"What do you mean wrong?"

"I don’t know." He dropped his hand. Looked at me, and his eyes were dark—not angry, something worse. "The link cut out mid-sentence. He was reporting an attack and then—nothing. Just static. I can’t reach him."

My pulse kicked up. Hard and fast.

"Maybe it’s just interference," I said quickly. "Maybe the attack disrupted the link somehow. Maybe—"

"Aria." Kael’s hand came up to cup my face. Gentle but firm, grounding both of us. "I’ve had warriors knocked unconscious in the middle of battle. I’ve had them pinned under rubble, drugged, half-dead. The link doesn’t cut out like this. Not unless—"

He stopped.

Didn’t finish the sentence.

Didn’t need to.

"This could be a trap," I said. My brain was moving fast now, trying to outpace the panic rising in my chest. "They know you’d come if something happened to Ronan. They could be baiting you—drawing you out so they can—"

"I know." His voice was flat. Final. "I know it could be a trap."

"Kael—"

"And I’m going anyway."

He stepped back. Pulled out his phone. Started typing something one-handed while his other hand stayed at my waist, like he needed to keep touching me while he did this.

"If there’s even a chance he’s alive," Kael said, not looking up from the phone, "if there’s even a chance any of them are alive and need help—I’m not leaving them out there." He hit send. "I won’t ask my people to take risks I’m not willing to take myself. That’s not how this works."

His phone buzzed. Three times in quick succession.

He glanced at the screen. Nodded once. "Security team is mobilizing. They’ll meet us at the north checkpoint in ten minutes."

"Us?" My voice came out higher than I meant it to.

He looked at me.

Just looked at me.

And I saw it written all over his face—the argument he was already having with himself, the war between wanting me safe and knowing he couldn’t leave me here unprotected if this really was a coordinated attack.

"The safest place for me," I said, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was trying to climb out of my chest, "is with you. With your security team. Not sitting here alone waiting for someone to kick down the door." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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