Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

A sharp pang tightened my stomach. “Oh? And who might that be?” I asked, trying to mask the sudden flutter of nerves.

Rocco’s eyes darkened, his gaze drifting away as if recalling a distant memory. “Someone just as stubborn as you. Someone who refuses to back down, no matter the odds.” His voice softened, almost wistful. “There’s something about your eyes… the way you express yourself…”

I forced a light chuckle, trying to keep the mood casual. “I hope that’s meant as a compliment. Though, honestly, I’m sure the world is full of strong-willed wolves like me.”

He shook his head slightly, standing up abruptly. “Fewer than you’d expect,” he said, moving toward a small bar tucked away in the corner, his back once again turned toward me. “Would you care for a drink?”

“No, thank you.” I needed to stay sharp, keep every sense alert.

As he poured himself a drink, I caught sight of the silver pendant hanging from a thin chain around his neck—the unmistakable triangular emblem of the Triads. My breath hitched. So it was true. Rocco wasn’t just loosely connected to them; he was a bona fide member.

I whispered into my earpiece, barely moving my lips, “Visual confirmation: Rocco is wearing a Triads pendant. Clear triangular shape.”

“Noted,” Andy’s voice responded quietly. “Keep gathering intel.”

Returning to his seat, Rocco launched into a passionate discourse on “consciousness research,” speaking with the fervor of a true believer. Each word he uttered deepened my revulsion. He wasn’t simply involved in their experiments—he was their advocate, their champion.

Suddenly, his tone shifted. “Do you know what death feels like, Emma?” His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that caught me off guard.

I hesitated, then replied cautiously, “I don’t think anyone truly knows, unless they’ve experienced it.”

Rocco’s voice grew unsettlingly fervent. “I believe death is just a temporary barrier. Some people deserve to be brought back.”

A chill ran down my spine as he continued. “Our research has already shown that consciousness can be separated and transferred, at least to some extent. Imagine the power to return those we’ve lost.”

Left alone in the study, I exhaled shakily. The encounter had been intense, but I’d managed to remain undetected. Slowly, I stood and began to pace, letting my eyes wander over the room’s collection of artifacts, hoping their quiet presence would steady my nerves.

Drawn toward the bookshelves, I picked up an ancient volume on wolf history. As I carefully flipped through its pages and then replaced it, something caught my eye—a faint seam in the woodwork beside the shelves that didn’t match the paneling.

Curiosity piqued, I examined it more closely. It was a cleverly concealed side door, seamlessly blending into the room’s décor. Duty and intrigue compelled me to test the handle. To my surprise, it turned smoothly.

I eased the door open just enough to peek inside. Beyond was a carpeted hallway lined with portraits. A small sign on the wall read: “Library.”

I quickly shut the door, my mind racing. “I’ve found something,” I whispered into my earpiece. “Rocco’s private study connects directly to the library. No wonder he chose this place to meet.”

“Excellent intel,” Jennifer responded promptly. “This could be our access point for the midnight operation. Return to the ballroom for now—avoid taking unnecessary risks.”