Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Kira’s POV

The cabin door slammed open with a force born of sheer desperation, my heart pounding wildly against my chest as if trying to break free. Hot on my heels was Andy, both of us driven by a frantic urgency that left no room for hesitation. The silver dagger in my trembling hand felt unnervingly cold and alien as I leveled it at Dr. Green.

“Leave that child alone!” My voice cracked, betraying the fear that churned inside me, but I forced myself to hold the blade steady, unwavering.

Dr. Green jolted at our sudden intrusion, the syringe clutched in his hand wavering dangerously. For a fleeting moment, I thought he might drop it—but instead, his grip tightened. His eyes widened behind thick glasses, mouth falling open in stunned disbelief.

“You?” he gasped, staggering backward on unsteady legs. “That’s impossible… you’re supposed to be dead!”

I swallowed hard, trying to summon a fierceness I didn’t quite feel. Without the strength of my wolf, I was vulnerable—just a fragile human standing before a predator. “Step away from the baby. Now.”

The infant lying on the bed cried out louder, tiny fists flailing in the air. Andy edged cautiously closer to the child, but Dr. Green spun around swiftly, raising the syringe like a weapon.

“Stay back!” he barked, his lab coat stained with what I now recognized as blood. “One more step, and this mistake gets the injection.”

My stomach churned at his cold-hearted cruelty. “This is just a baby,” I said, striving to keep my voice calm even as I searched for a way to close the distance. “What could an innocent infant possibly have done to deserve this?”

I cast a quick glance toward Noah, who lay motionless on the floor. Blood matted his hair near the temple, but I caught the faint rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive—thank God.

Dr. Green’s gaze flicked between Andy and me, calculating his next move. We formed a tense triangle, the crying baby trapped at the center of a deadly standoff.

“You don’t understand,” he hissed, hysteria creeping into his voice. “This child should never have existed!”

“Why?” I pressed, hoping to keep him talking while Andy carefully maneuvered closer. “Tell me why you’d harm a defenseless baby.”

Something inside Dr. Green cracked then, his professional facade slipping away to reveal raw, painful emotion beneath.

“This child is mine,” he confessed, words tumbling out in a rush. “Mine and Fiona’s. A mistake I made.”

My mind reeled, struggling to absorb the shocking truth. “Fiona was the mother?”

“She wasn’t my mate!” he snapped defensively. “Just a connection… a terrible lapse in judgment.”

I took a cautious step forward, keeping the dagger pointed at him. “So you got her pregnant.”

Dr. Green’s face twisted with self-loathing. “She refused to terminate it. Then she started making demands… threatening me…” His breath quickened. “She said if I didn’t give her what she wanted, she’d expose us all.”

“Expose what?” I asked, though the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

“Everything!” His voice cracked, haunted. “Our existence. The werewolves. My entire position. Do you know how long it took me to earn my standing in werewolf medicine? Twenty years of work, research, sacrifices…”

Disgust must have shown on my face, because his expression hardened.

“She was going to ruin everything,” he continued grimly. “So I reached out to people who could help.”

“The Triads,” Andy muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Dr. Green’s eyes flicked to Andy with wary suspicion. “Yes. They had… interests aligned with mine. Fiona had seen things she shouldn’t have at the hospital. Records of their experiments.”

“It’s over,” I said, my voice steadier now. “Put down the syringe. Don’t make this worse than it already is.”

For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw hesitation in his eyes—a flicker of regret or shame. Noah groaned softly on the floor, consciousness slowly returning.

Dr. Green’s attention wavered for a crucial second. I seized the moment, stepping closer with the silver dagger extended. “It’s done, Dr. Green. Give us the child and walk away.”

His eyes locked onto mine, and what I saw sent a cold shiver down my spine. A wild, manic gleam had replaced the uncertainty.

“No,” he whispered, eerily calm. “No, it’s too late. If I’m finished…” His lips curled into a terrible smile. “Then none of you will leave this place alive.”

With a sudden, violent motion, he flung the syringe aside. It shattered against the wall as his body began to convulse uncontrollably.

“Kira!” Andy shouted urgently. “He’s shifting!”

Dr. Green’s white coat tore apart along the seams as his body twisted grotesquely. Bones cracked with sickening pops, his face stretching into a fierce muzzle. I stood frozen, the silver dagger suddenly feeling pitifully inadequate against the nightmare unfolding before me.

“Get the baby!” I yelled to Andy, finding my voice again. “Protect Noah!”

I backed away slowly, eyes fixed on the terrifying transformation. Without my wolf’s strength, I felt exposed, vulnerable—just a human standing before a predator born to kill.

A massive gray wolf burst forth from the shredded clothing, its amber eyes burning with murderous intent. Saliva dripped from sharp fangs as a low, menacing growl filled the cramped cabin.

I gripped the silver dagger tighter, palms slick with sweat. My heart hammered so fiercely I feared it might burst free. The wolf—Dr. Green—lowered its head, muscles rippling beneath thick fur as it prepared to leap.

“Come on then,” I whispered, bracing myself. “Let’s finish this.”