Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Jennifer shot me a look filled with concern. I could almost read her thoughts: “This plan is far too dangerous.”

“I believe seduction is our best option,” I said firmly, my voice steady. “If I assume a completely new identity, I can get close to him without raising suspicion.”

Jennifer frowned deeply. “But it’s incredibly risky. What if he recognizes you as Kira from three years ago?”

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my nerves. “I look nothing like I did back then. I was a werewolf at the time—my face has changed, my body too. With the right disguise, he won’t be able to connect the dots.”

Andy shook his head. “There are other ways to gather information. We could intercept him directly, use more straightforward methods.”

I dismissed the idea with a shake of my head. “That would alert the Triads immediately. This approach gives me multiple opportunities to meet him, increasing our chances of gathering critical intel.”

Andy muttered under his breath, “And it gives him more chances to figure out who you really are.”

Mason cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “We can equip you with advanced listening devices and emergency signal transmitters. If he mentions anything about the cave or Project Phoenix, we’ll have it recorded.”

The discussion went on for another twenty minutes. I pushed harder than I probably should have, but this mission wasn’t just professional—it was deeply personal. Ethan Morris had been the catalyst for the destruction of my life, and now he might hold the key to saving my father.

At last, Jennifer raised her hand to silence the room. “The Honeytrap operation is approved,” she declared. “Kira will approach Ethan Morris under a new identity to extract vital intelligence about Moonstone Cave and Project Phoenix.”

She turned to Rebecca. “Your team will provide backup support. The moment the information is secured or if the situation becomes dangerous, you’ll intervene immediately.”

Before heading to the final briefing, I stopped by the medical wing to see my father. His still form lay unchanged on the hospital bed, the steady beeping of monitors filling the quiet room. I took his hand gently, feeling its warmth despite his unresponsive state.

“Dad,” I murmured softly, “I’ve found one of the people who helped frame us. I’m going to make him pay. And then… I’ll find a way to wake you up. I promise.”

His fingers remained limp in mine, but I squeezed them gently before letting go. Three years in a coma—his body healthy, but his mind trapped somewhere unreachable. The Triads had done this to him, and Ethan Morris was part of that nightmare.

As I walked out, the sharp click of my new heels echoed against the sterile floor. A cold, fierce determination settled over me. Ethan Morris had no idea what was coming his way. Neither did the red-masked woman or any of the Triads. In eight days, they planned to perform their ritual at Moonstone Cave—but we would be ready.

And finally, I would have justice for everything they had stolen from me.