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.

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