Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 367: The distraction

In that moment, every eye inside the car turned toward me.

The traffic light ahead had turned red, and all the cars around us were slowing down, waiting quietly for it to change. But I didn’t slow down. My instincts were screaming at me, louder than any warning sign on the road.

I slammed my foot on the gas pedal.

The engine roared as the car shot forward. Tires screeched against the asphalt as I forced the wheel into a sharp turn and sped straight through the red light.

Behind us, the convoy reacted instantly.

And in that second, everything became clear.

Now I finally understood why Wisteria had appeared.

Someone had deliberately used her to distract Lewis and Vito, pulling them away from us at the most critical moment. While they were busy dealing with her, the real trap had already been set.

We were the true targets.

A cold realization settled in my chest. Whoever planned this had calculated everything perfectly. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It was a ruthless strategy.

Since Vito’s men had been replaced so completely, there was only one possible explanation.

Someone from the Blackwells had orchestrated this.

They had used Vito’s wedding as bait. By attacking during the wedding procession, they could eliminate the Sanders in a single move—and that included Whitney and me.

A cruel and precise plan.

Behind us, the dozen cars that were supposed to protect us ran the red light as well, chasing after us without hesitation.

Luckily, traffic from another lane had already started moving legally through the intersection. A huge cargo truck rolled forward, cutting across the road and blocking several of the pursuers. The heavy vehicle forced some of the cars behind us to slow down.

But it wasn’t enough.

Four cars still broke through and continued chasing us closely. I knew the others would catch up soon once they got past the truck.

Time was running out.

If someone died here and the police got involved, the entire situation would spiral out of control. We couldn’t afford that.

I forced my voice to remain steady.

"Whitney," I said, keeping my eyes on the road, "my phone is on the backseat. Call Vito right now. Tell him what’s happening and ask where we should go."

"Got it."

Whitney moved quickly despite the swaying car. She twisted around, grabbed my phone from the seat, and dialed. The line connected after a few seconds.

Through the speaker, I could hear loud wind rushing on the other side.

"Camilla, are you okay?"

Vito’s voice was tense and full of worry.

Whitney stayed surprisingly calm. Compared to Vito’s urgent tone, her voice was steady as she briefly explained everything that had happened. Then she asked the most important question.

"Which direction should we go?"

"Head west!" Vito shouted immediately. "Don’t go toward the Whites! Camilla... I’m sorry. The situation is out of control."

His breathing sounded uneven, like he was running.

"My men..." he continued anxiously. "They’ve all turned against me. It’s him. He’s back! Camilla, head west and escape. I’ll—"

Bang!

A gunshot exploded through the phone.

My heart nearly stopped.

Where was Vito?

What had happened to him?

And Lewis...

Was Lewis in danger too?

"Vito! Are you okay? What about Lewis—"

I began asking desperately, but Whitney suddenly looked up at me.

"Elena... the call disconnected."

Her words hit me like ice water.

When I first realized we had entered the wrong car, I wasn’t nervous. When I drove a blade into someone’s heart for the first time, I wasn’t nervous either.

But now it was different.

Knowing Lewis and Vito had been trapped somewhere... hearing that gunshot...

Panic surged through me like a storm breaking loose.

My hands started trembling uncontrollably on the steering wheel. The fear I had buried deep inside my chest finally crawled back to the surface.

Lewis was the person I cared about most.

Nothing could happen to him.

Before I could think, I raised my hand and slapped myself hard across the face.

The sharp sound echoed inside the car.

"Elena!" Whitney shouted.

"I’m fine," I said quickly, forcing myself to breathe. "I just needed to focus. Call Lewis."

Whitney tried immediately.

A few seconds later, she shook her head.

"Oh no... his phone isn’t connecting."

I glanced at the rearview mirror.

Two of the wedding cars behind us suddenly accelerated, moving faster as they tried to close the distance. Their headlights gleamed coldly as they approached, clearly planning to trap us between them.

The road ahead was relatively empty.

I pressed down harder on the accelerator.

The engine roared louder as the car sped forward.

The pursuers reacted instantly. Their engines screamed as they stepped on their gas pedals too. It was obvious what they intended—to smash into us from both sides and end the chase quickly.

Within seconds, the two cars pulled up alongside us, one on each side.

They were closing in.

Right then, I made my move.

Instead of accelerating, I suddenly released the gas pedal and slammed the brake.

The tires shrieked violently against the road.

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!" I shouted.

Riley and Whitney both grabbed their belts instantly.

At the same moment, I twisted the steering wheel sharply.

The car spun.

The front of the vehicle drifted across the asphalt, rotating in a perfect arc.

The two cars beside us were completely caught off guard. They had assumed I would try to outrun them, so they had prepared for a high-speed chase.

But I had done the exact opposite.

Unable to adjust their speed in time, the two vehicles crashed straight into each other.

The sound of metal colliding echoed across the road like thunder.

For a second, the entire road shook.

Behind them, the large truck was still blocking the rest of the convoy, leaving only two remaining cars still chasing us.

I turned the steering wheel again, spinning our car around until we faced the pursuers directly.

Then I pressed the accelerator.

We shot forward.

Straight toward them.

Riley’s face turned pale as she clutched her seatbelt tightly.

"Elena..." she whispered nervously. "Am I going to meet Great-grandma now?"

Despite everything, I almost laughed.

"Not today," I said.

The two chasing cars were speeding toward us now. As the distance closed, I tightened my grip on the wheel and adjusted the angle carefully.

At the last second, I veered slightly.

Our car sliced past the first vehicle so closely that the side mirror shattered with a loud crack.

The driver barely had time to react.

The men inside the trailing cars looked stunned. Moments earlier they had heard the crash of the two vehicles behind us.

Now they were staring at a luxury car charging straight at them like a beast refusing to retreat.

And they were clearly not prepared for what came next.