Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 137

Rocco’s Perspective

I pressed my palm against the chill of the chamber’s glass, the coldness seeping through my skin and stirring a familiar ache deep within—a longing that never truly faded, no matter how much time passed.

“Just one more time,” I whispered to her still form, my breath fogging the surface. “One more full moon, and you’ll be here with me again.”

The weight of the years settled heavily on my chest. “Three years and four months,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, cracking under the strain of my emotions. “Every day, I’ve come to see you.”

The preservation technology had frozen her in time, keeping her exactly as she was the moment I found her. Her skin retained that delicate softness, her expression serene, as if she were merely asleep rather than lost to the world. Sometimes, when the silence became too loud, I convinced myself I could see her chest gently rising and falling—though I knew it was only my desperate mind conjuring the illusion I needed.

“Every time I’m on the verge of giving up, of ending this torment…” My voice faltered, caught in my throat by a tightness that spread like wildfire across my ribcage. “I see your face. Your smile. The way you died.”

I clenched my jaw so tightly my teeth ached, the familiar sting of grief and rage blending into a bitter cocktail. My fingers curled against the crystalline surface, knuckles paling under the pressure.

“I swear, I will bring you back,” I vowed, the words hanging heavily between us like a solemn promise. “That’s all I have left now. Nothing else matters.”

Closing my eyes, the memories crashed over me—vivid, raw, and sharp as if they had just happened moments ago. The cliff’s edge loomed in my mind’s eye.

The cold water below. The devastation that followed.

I had tracked your scent for hours that day, panic rising with every tick of the clock. When I finally stood at the cliff’s edge, my heart nearly stopped. Far beneath, your broken wolf form floated, blood staining the waves a deep crimson.

“KIRA!” My scream shattered the stillness, echoing across the vast chasm. Without hesitation, I leapt, the fall stretching endlessly before I plunged into the icy depths.

My forehead rested against the coffin’s cold surface now, the memory so vivid I could almost feel the water’s biting chill again.

Stopping once more before the coffin, I gazed down at Kira’s peaceful face.

“That’s when I uncovered the truth about the Triads. Not just rumors or legends, but a real organization conducting experiments on consciousness transfer and life extension.”

I recalled the mixture of horror and fragile hope that had gripped me when I first discovered their research. The documents were heavily encrypted, stolen from a lab I’d found thanks to information from a dying Beta who had once guarded their secrets.

“At first, all I wanted was revenge. To destroy every last one of them for what they did to you.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “But then I saw their research—what they were trying to achieve: transferring consciousness from one body to another. In essence, cheating death itself.”

My hand rested gently on the coffin’s surface, directly over Kira’s still heart.

Suddenly, something shifted inside me. I found a purpose beyond vengeance. A glimmer of hope. If they truly could transfer consciousness, then maybe—just maybe—I could bring you back.