Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Summer’s POV

I drove frantically toward the abandoned boathouse at the eastern edge of Blackwood territory.

My wedding dress was bunched awkwardly around me in the driver’s seat, the delicate lace catching on the gearshift as I navigated the rough forest road. 1

My wolf whimpered anxiously inside me. *We should have told Alexander. This is a trap.*

“I couldn’t risk it,” I whispered aloud, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. “The text said they’d kill Thea immediately if I brought anyone.”

And then the boathouse came into view, a dilapidated wooden structure leaning precariously toward the lake. I parked some distance away and stepped out, the hem of my wedding gown immediately soaking up the morning dew.

*Be alert,* my wolf warned. *This feels wrong.*

I moved cautiously, my senses heightened, scanning for any movement or sound. The woods were unnaturally quiet–no birds, no rustling leaves. Just eerie silence.

The boathouse door hung crooked on its hinges. I pushed it open slowly, wincing at the creak that seemed to echo across the water.

“Hello, Summer.” Natalia Thompson stepped out from the shadows, her tall figure silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the broken windows. “What a lovely dress. Shame you won’t be completing your ceremony today.”

Two burly male wolves flanked her, their eyes glowing amber with barely contained aggression. I recognized them as European–bloodline enforcers, the kind trained from birth for brutality.

“Where’s Thea?” I demanded, keeping my voice steady despite the fear clawing at my throat.

Natalia smiled, a cold twist of lips that never reached her eyes. “Not here. Not yet. First, we have some… business to discuss.”

“You said-”

“I said a lot of things to get you here alone,” she interrupted, gesturing to one of her wolves who stepped forward holding a small vial filled with viscous green liquid. “Do you know what this is?”

The acrid smell hit my nostrils immediately, making my wolf recoil in terror.

“Wolf’s bane,” I whispered, recognizing the poison that could temporarily–sometimes permanently- suppress our wolves.

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“Mixed with a few other special ingredients,” Natalia confirmed with disturbing pride. “A little concoction I had specially made. Drink it, and I’ll tell you where the baby is.”

“You need to tell me where Thea is first,” I demanded, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“You’re in no position to negotiate,” Natalia said with a dismissive flick of her wrist, signaling her guard

to move forward.

The larger guard stepped closer, the vial extended toward me. “Drink,” he growled, his accent thick and Eastern European, “or we start sending pieces of the baby back to Lyra.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. I needed to stall, to think.

“How do I know you even have her? Show me proof she’s alive right now.”

Natalia snapped her fingers, and the second guard pulled out a phone, showing me a video feed of baby Thea wailing inconsolably in the background.

My breath caught. “Where’s Thea? Show me Thea!”

“Drink first,” Natalia insisted, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Then we’ll take a little drive to where they’re being kept.”

I took the vial with trembling fingers, my mind racing through scenarios. None ended well if I drank the poison. But if I didn’t…

I raised the vial to my lips, pretending to prepare myself to drink it. As I did, my wolf suddenly stirred with a realization that hit me like lightning.

*There’s no baby scent here. None. Not even trace amounts.*

I froze. My wolf was right. If Thea had been here even briefly, I would detect her unique scent–the

combination of milk and that special baby smell mixed with Lyra’s pack signature.

“You’re bluffing,” I said softly, lowering the vial. “You don’t have Thea.”

Something flickered in Natalia’s eyes–surprise, then fury.

“The video-“I continued, pieces falling into place, “it’s from before.”

Her face contorted with rage. “Clever bitch. But not clever enough.”

Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Melissa took that picture for me. One photo–just one–and you came running like a good little fool.

”

Then, her tone dropped, cold and triumphant.

“Alpha Lucien Cross has Lyra and Thea now. Together. And you–you’re already too late.”

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Lucien Cross–the ruthless Eastern European Alpha whose reputation for brutality was legendary.

If he was involved with Natalia and Alpha Foster, I could understand how they broke through Blackwood’s defenses, but why would he take Lyra and Thea? Unless…?

My thoughts were violently interrupted as Natalia lunged at me with supernatural speed, knocking the vial from my hand. It shattered against the floor, the liquid sizzling on the wooden planks.

I barely had time to dodge her next attack, her claws slashing through the bodice of my wedding dress. One of her guards grabbed me from behind, his arms like steel bands around my waist.

“Hold her,” Natalia commanded, retrieving another vial from her pocket. “She’ll drink it one way or

another.”

I summoned my wolf’s strength, driving my elbow into the guard’s solar plexus with enough force to make him loosen his grip. Twisting free, I slammed my palm into his throat, sending him staggering

backward.

The second guard shifted partially, his face elongating into a grotesque half–human, half–wolf snarl as he charged toward me.

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