Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

The strength tests turned out to be just as disappointing as I had feared. I could sense a faint improvement in my muscle tone, a subtle shift that suggested some change, but it was nowhere near the raw power even a young werewolf would naturally possess.

“Don’t count on this during a fight,” Rebecca warned me bluntly, her voice cutting through the sterile air of the lab. “Even the weakest omega could take you down in seconds.”

When it came to hearing, the tests revealed I could pick up sounds beyond the normal human range, but the accuracy was poor and the distance I could detect them was limited at best.

Andy summed up the results as we wrapped up the series of evaluations. “This compound gives you the outward signs of being a werewolf and some partial sensory gains. Its main advantage is the scent camouflage—it’s enough to fool a quick sniff test, but don’t expect it to do much more than that.”

I gave a small nod, doing my best to mask the disappointment gnawing at me. Even though I knew this was just a chemical illusion, feeling these faint echoes of my lost abilities stirred a deep, painful longing inside me.

About two hours into the testing, a sudden, violent wave of nausea crashed over me without warning. I doubled over, coughing harshly, and splattered the floor with blood tinged dark with black. The alarms on the monitoring equipment screamed as they detected the abrupt change in my condition.

Dr. Scott moved swiftly, administering a stabilizing agent with calm precision, though the urgency in her eyes betrayed the seriousness of the situation. “This is an expected rejection reaction,” she explained, adjusting the IV drip carefully. “Your liver and kidneys are under significant stress. The scans show your cells are starting to mutate slightly.”

“What’s happening to me?” I managed to gasp between painful coughs, fear tightening my chest.

Andy then presented forged documents and credentials. “You’ll be stepping in for him. We’ve created a complete cover identity.”

I studied the papers carefully, forcing myself to memorize every detail despite the dull, persistent throb behind my eyes. Northern Peaks was remote enough that verifying the identity would be difficult, which lowered the risk of anyone uncovering the truth.

Jennifer reiterated the mission’s key points with a steady voice. “Keep a low profile. Focus on observing and gathering intelligence. Identify the leadership, confirm their plans, and get out safely. No heroics.”

Later that night, alone in my quarters, I found myself hunched over the bathroom sink, violently ill as the compound waged its silent war inside me. The mirror caught my reflection, revealing eyes that shimmered with an unnatural gleam—not quite human dullness, yet far from the bright glow of a werewolf’s gaze. It was something unsettlingly in between, a haunting reminder of the battle raging beneath my skin.