Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

The air in the room was thick with tension as the red-masked woman’s voice cut through the silence, calm yet carrying an unmistakable edge of danger. “And?” she demanded, her tone icy.

“We’ve reached out to Northern Peaks,” I replied steadily. “They confirmed no representative by the name of Emma Thornwald was ever sent. The woman we encountered was an imposter.”

A heavy stillness settled over the room, pressing down like a weight. I braced myself, expecting the usual storm of rage that followed any failure in her presence. I had seen her punish others for far less critical mistakes—days of relentless torment, shattered minds, and bloodshed. Yet, to my surprise, her voice remained composed, measured.

“Increase security for the upcoming full moon ritual,” she instructed, her eyes sharp beneath the mask. “This breach indicates that our plans might already be at risk.”

“I will personally oversee all security measures,” I assured her, keeping my voice even and controlled. “My elite team will guarantee no further intrusions.”

She gave a subtle nod, her gaze unwavering. “Make sure that happens. The next stage of Project Phoenix cannot be compromised under any circumstances.”

With that, the meeting drew to a close. As the other members filed out, Dr. Mills lingered behind, approaching me with a sly smirk that immediately set my nerves on edge.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, lowering his voice. “The last person who failed to secure a meeting was made to scream for three days straight.”

I kept my face impassive. “And your point?”

Mills leaned in closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “She’s surprisingly lenient with you. Almost as if there’s… history between you two.”

A flicker of irritation flared within me. “My relationship with leadership is purely professional, Dr. Mills. Nothing beyond that.”

“Of course,” he said smoothly, the smile widening on his lips. “Though one might wonder what motivates such extraordinary tolerance. After all, beneath that mask, she is a woman.”

I fixed him with a cold, hard stare. “I suggest you concentrate on your research, doctor. Your experiments still have a thirty percent failure rate—not exactly something to boast about.”

The barb hit its mark. Mills’ smile faltered briefly before he regained his composure. “We all serve the cause in our own ways, Alpha Blackwood.” With a curt nod, he turned and walked away.

“It’s all for you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead gently against the cold glass. “Everything I’ve done… joining them, the experiments, all of it.”

Dominic remained at the door, giving me space while keeping a vigilant watch.

The ache in my chest was as raw and sharp as the day I found her. The day grief nearly shattered my mind. Until the red-masked woman had approached me with an impossible offer—a chance to bring Kira back. Not as a clone or a mere replica, but as herself. Her consciousness, her soul, restored to her original body.

I pulled a golden hairpin from my pocket, studying it under the blue light. It stirred a memory—Kira had worn similar ones. The faint scent it carried was briefly familiar, though I couldn’t quite place why.

“Kira,” my voice cracked slightly, heavy with longing. “I miss you so much. But soon… at the full moon ritual… I’ll bring you back. No matter what it costs.”

I laid my palm flat against the cold surface of the chamber, feeling the persistent ache of yearning that never truly faded.

“Just one more time,” I promised her silent form. “One more full moon… and you’ll be with me again.”