Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Kael’s POV

Rebecca’s voice still echoed in my ears.

Shrill. Desperate. Pathetic.

"You’re making the biggest mistake of your life, Kael!"

Those were her last words before she stormed back to her car. Tires screeching. Engine roaring. Disappearing into the night like the nightmare she was.

Good riddance.

I stood alone on the empty street. The cold air bit at my skin. My breath fogged in front of my face.

The thought of touching Rebecca made my skin crawl now. Everything about her felt wrong. Her scent. Her voice. The calculating look in her eyes.

I’d frozen because part of me was still trying to figure out what the hell I was doing.

Standing outside Aria’s building. In the middle of the night. Like some lovesick idiot.

I looked up at her window again. Still dark. Still silent.

Was she sleeping? Was she okay? Had she eaten anything since leaving the hospital?

The questions gnawed at me. Relentless. Maddening.

I needed to know she was alright. Needed to see her face. Hear her voice.

Even if she hated me.

Even if she slammed the door in my face.

I just needed to know.

My feet started moving before my brain could catch up.

Across the street. Up the cracked sidewalk. Toward the entrance of her building.

The building was old. Decrepit. Paint peeling from the walls. The front door hung slightly crooked on its hinges.

This was where she lived. This dump. This hellhole.

I climbed the stairs. Each step creaked beneath my weight. The hallway smelled like mold and something else I didn’t want to identify.

Third floor. Second door from the left.

I stopped.

My hand rose. Hovered in front of the wood.

What was I going to say?

"Hi, I know I treated you like garbage, but I think I might be in love with you?"

"Sorry for paying you like a whore. Want to grab coffee?"

"I stood outside your building for an hour like a stalker because I couldn’t stop thinking about you?"

All terrible options.

But I was here now. No point in turning back.

I knocked.

The sound was too loud in the quiet hallway. It echoed off the walls. Bounced back at me like an accusation.

Seconds passed. Then more seconds.

Nothing.

I knocked again. Harder this time.

"Aria?" My voice came out rough. "Aria, it’s me. Please. I just want to talk."

Still nothing.

Maybe she was ignoring me. Maybe she’d looked through the peephole, seen my face, and decided I wasn’t worth opening the door for.

I couldn’t blame her.

I raised my fist to knock a third time.

The door swung open.

Not Aria.

A woman stood in the doorway. Young. Maybe early twenties. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was smeared. Her dress was so short it barely covered anything.

She looked familiar.

Then it clicked.

Serena. Aria’s sister.

She stared at me. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then she screamed.

"OH MY GOD!"

The sound was piercing. Ear-splitting. Like someone had stepped on a cat.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!"

I winced. "Could you maybeâ€""

"KAEL BLOOD CROWN!" She clutched her chest like she was having a heart attack. "THE KAEL BLOOD CROWN! AT MY DOOR! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!"

"Keep your voice downâ€""

"MOM! LYRA! COME LOOK! YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE WHO’S HERE!"

So much for subtlety.

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