Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

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Alexander’s POV

I stared at the unconscious woman in my arms, trying to make sense of what just happened. She’d called me by

name–my real name–before collapsing. But how? We’d never met before.

Had we?

Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, like a dream I couldn’t quite remember. But that was impossible.

I never forget a face, especially not one as striking as hers.

“Fuck,” I muttered, carrying her to the bed.

As I laid her down, her arms locked around my neck with surprising strength, pulling me down with her. Our

faces were suddenly inches apart, her breath hot against my lips.

“Alexander…” she whispered, eyes half–lidded and dilated. “Don’t leave me again.”

I tried to pull away, but her grip tightened, and before I could react, she lifted her head and pressed her lips

against mine.

The contact sent an electric shock through my body. Her lips were soft, desperate, familiar in a way that made

no sense. My body responded instantly, heat pooling low in my abdomen as my cock hardened against her

thigh.

For a bewildering moment, I found myself deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers as she moaned into my mouth. Her body arched beneath me, fitting against mine like a missing puzzle piece.

What the fuck was I doing?

I broke the kiss and wrenched myself away, standing abruptly beside the bed. My heart hammered in as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, staring down at her writhing form.

“Alexander, please,” she whimpered, reaching for me. “It burns. Help me.”

Her skin flushed pink, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

my

chest

The drug was clearly designed to heighten arousal–a disgusting tactic used in these trafficking operations. But

why was I reacting so strongly to her? And how the hell did she know my name?

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Most importantly, why didn’t my head hurt?

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For years, whenever a woman touched me intimately, splitting pain would tear through my skull. The doctors called it psychosomatic–a manifestation of trauma from the accident that took my memories five years ago. Yet with this stranger, there was nothing but pleasure.

Unsettled, I pressed the intercom. “Send Dr. Roberts to my cabin. Now.”

While waiting for the doctor, I kept my distance, watching as she twisted in the sheets, occasionally calling my name. Each time she did, that strange feeling returned–like recognizing a song you’ve forgotten the lyrics to.

Dr. Roberts arrived minutes later, medical bag in hand.

“She’s been drugged,” I explained tersely. “Some kind of aphrodisiac. Fix it.”

The doctor worked quickly, drawing blood first for testing, then preparing an injection of what he explained was a general antidote. Throughout the procedure, the woman continued to reach for me, her eyes finding mine

even in her delirium.

“The drug will be neutralized within the hour,” Dr. Roberts explained, packing up his equipment. “She’ll likely sleep through most of it. Call me if her condition worsens.”

After he left, I found myself unable to leave her side. I sat in the chair across the room, watching her breathing gradually slow and normalize as the antidote took effect.

Who was she? And why did kissing her feel like coming home?

Three hour passed before she finally stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, focusing slowly until they locked onto

mine.

“How do you know my name?” I demanded without preamble.

Sarah’s POV

Consciousness returned slowly. My head felt stuffed with cotton, my mouth dry as sandpaper. I blinked several

times, trying to focus on the unfamiliar ceiling above me.

“You’re finally awake.”

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