Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 178

Sarah’s POV

No matter how I tried to call out, no matter how I sobbed and whimpered through the pain, I could only make

broken, muffled sounds–barely more than pitiful whimpers.

But even then, he wouldn’t spare me a single glance.

All my hope crumbled with his cold, unfeeling departure.

What was left behind was agony–gut–wrenching, bone–deep, soul–tearing pain that stole my breath and

blurred my vision with tears.

All hope shattered with his cold departure, leaving nothing behind but gut–wrenching pain that penetrated to

my marrow and filled my eyes with tears.

“Why?” The question echoed in my foggy mind. “Why did he leave so decisively? Is it because of his fiancée?”

Silence was my only answer.

I lay there, half–conscious, trying to process what had happened. Alexander had found us, rescued Thea… but

then he’d left me behind?

The sound of footsteps broke through my thoughts–heavy boots approaching, followed by a harsh curse.

“What the fuck? They told me to bring the money at ten for the exchange. What happened here?”

The dead weight was suddenly lifted off my body, and cold air rushed against my skin where the corpse had

been.

“Who did Scar Face and his buddy piss off to get shot like this?”

Another voice, impatient and gruff: “Shut up. Is the female still alive?”

I could have played dead. Maybe I should have. But something in me refused to give up.

I needed to live–for Aria. She was my reason now. No matter how broken I was, my daughter needed me.

So I didn’t hold my breath. I didn’t pretend.

“Well, look at that–she’s breathing,” the first voice said with surprise.

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“What are you waiting for? Get her out of here.” The second man was clearly in charge.

“She’s all bloody and filthy. Is she even worth taking?”

“Scar Face sent me photos before he died. Clean her up, and she’ll fetch a good price at auction. That pale skin

and those eyes–the collectors will go crazy for her. Especially with her trace of Omega heritage.”

My stomach clenched as I realized what was happening.

I wasn’t being rescued–I was being trafficked. One nightmare ending only for another to begin.

Alexander’s POV

The SUV moved swiftly through the night, its powerful engine humming beneath us.

The driver focused intently on the road ahead, while Jeremy shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

After several moments of hesitation, he finally turned to look back at me. “Alpha Alexander,” he said cautiously, “leaving that woman in a pile of dead bodies… it doesn’t seem right.”

Thea lay curled on my lap, her small face pale and damp with sweat. I gently stroked her hair, each movement

careful and tender despite the turmoil raging inside me.

When I addressed Jeremy, my voice remained as cool and detached as always. “What are you suggesting?”

“Sir, her hands and feet were bound, and she was gagged. If we leave her there, she’ll surely die.”

The word “die” triggered something in me–an unwanted flash of

memory.

Her desperate scream as we burst into the cabin echoed in my mind: “I’ll pay double whatever they’re giving you! All my money–everything I have! Just please, save Pudding!”

“PLEASE! She’s just a sick child!”

I remembered her face–half of it as pure and beautiful as moonlight, the other half splattered with crimson

blood when I fired that shot.

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