Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Kira’s POV

My entire body went rigid the moment Rocco stepped into the grand hall. My heart pounded so fiercely I could almost hear it echoing in my ears. After three long years of meticulous preparation, nothing could have readied me for the overwhelming sight of him—towering, authoritative, and heartbreakingly familiar. The crowd instinctively parted before him, like water flowing around a rock, and instinctively, I melted further into the shadows, desperate to remain unseen.

“Move now, Kira,” Andy’s voice crackled sharply in my earpiece. “Your vitals are spiking.”

I forced myself to inhale deeply, steadying my trembling limbs. A waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes strolled past, and I seized the opportunity, slipping smoothly behind a lofty floral display, using it as a shield.

“Keep your distance but don’t draw attention,” Andy’s voice continued, steady and urgent. “Remember your mission: identify the Triads members and gather intel on their meeting.”

“I know,” I whispered, barely moving my lips, my voice barely audible even to myself.

Carefully, I navigated across the room, weaving between guests, ornate columns, and elegant furniture, each step deliberate yet casual, the very essence of what I had drilled into myself countless times. Eventually, I found a quiet alcove with a perfect vantage point, where I could watch without risking detection.

Three years of preparation had led me to this very moment. I had to confirm which of these people belonged to the Triads.

With three quick taps, I activated the recording feature hidden in my earring. Across the room, Rocco was greeting various pack representatives, his practiced charm on full display—the same smile I once knew intimately. That smile, though, sent an unwelcome pang deep into my chest. I forced my gaze elsewhere, unwilling to let it unravel me.

Jennifer had briefed me on the triangular symbols that marked the Triads. Within minutes, I spotted three individuals bearing those signs: an older gentleman whose triangular cufflinks caught the light whenever he gestured, a middle-aged woman wearing a delicate triangular pendant, and a younger man whose watch face was unmistakably triangular.

What puzzled me was how they behaved. Though clearly connected, they never spoke directly to one another. Instead, they communicated through subtle glances, toasts from across the room, and brief, almost accidental acknowledgments.

The man with the cufflinks passed near the woman with the pendant. I edged closer, straining to catch his quiet words: “The shadow of the full moon is in place. Final phase ready.”

She nodded once, her eyes flickering momentarily toward Rocco. Her fingers brushed her pendant in what seemed like a silent confirmation.

“They’re definitely part of the same organization,” I murmured into my earpiece. “And they’re watching Rocco closely. I need to find out what they’re planning.”

I moved through the party, feigning casual interest in conversations while keeping my targets in sight. Near a window, pretending to admire the moonlight filtering through, I positioned myself to overhear fragments of conversation.

“…research progress by month’s end…”

“…sample data analysis shows positive results…”

My skin prickled when I heard the phrase “Alpha consciousness control.” That phrase connected to something Andy’s organization had long suspected—experimental mind manipulation. If they were trying to control an Alpha like Rocco…

“The final phase needs more data support,” the cufflink man murmured, “but progress is good.”

My mind raced. Could this explain my father’s condition? His body had healed, but his mind remained unreachable. Were they testing these control techniques on him?

To keep my cover intact, I engaged a few unrelated guests, playing the role of Emma Thornwald flawlessly. When a silver-haired Alpha approached, I was ready.

“Northern Peaks has had boundary disputes lately, hasn’t it?” he asked, his gaze sharp as he studied me.

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