Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 176

Could this key really be the answer…?

I hobbled down the dimly lit corridors, pushing my injured leg to move as swiftly as pain would allow. Every step sent sharp jolts through me, but the burning hope of uncovering something crucial kept me moving forward. The hallways, once familiar and comforting, now felt like a twisted labyrinth from a distant past. Expensive paintings and cherished family heirlooms lined the walls, objects I had once admired with pride. Now, they seemed like mere stage props in a cruel, elaborate charade.

When I finally arrived at the door in the east wing, I paused, my breath catching. What if this was a trap laid out by Rocco? What if he had deliberately left it unlocked, anticipating that I would come searching, exactly like this?

“Stop doubting yourself,” I murmured under my breath, steeling my nerves. I had already come too far to turn back now.

The key slid smoothly into the lock, turning with a soft but oddly sharp click that echoed unnervingly in the stillness of the hallway. My heart hammered in my chest as I pushed the door open slowly, bracing myself. Instead of the storage room Rocco had always mentioned, I found myself staring into a fully outfitted research laboratory.

Dominating the space was a large desk, cluttered with piles of papers and scattered notes. The walls were plastered with photographs, maps, and scribbled diagrams. The faint scent of chemicals mingled with the mustiness of old books, creating an atmosphere both sterile and mysterious. I stepped inside cautiously, closing the door quietly behind me.

Carefully weaving through the scattered documents, I began to make sense of what lay before me. This was no ordinary research—these were meticulous studies of ancient werewolf rituals, with a particular focus on resurrection techniques and the transfer of souls. My stomach twisted as I recognized diagrams eerily similar to those we had seen at Moonstone Cave.

In the room’s center stood a large corkboard, covered in notes and connected by strings in a chaotic but purposeful pattern. It looked like Rocco’s methodical attempt to uncover ways to bring someone back from the dead. Was all of this for Lyra? Had he been planning her return long before we even knew she was alive?

As I sifted through the papers, my eyes caught the dates scribbled in the margins. Some of these notes predated Lyra’s sudden reappearance. If not for her, then who could have been the subject of this dark obsession?

A faint noise from the hallway made me freeze, my pulse quickening, but it soon faded. I needed to move faster.

That’s when I noticed something peculiar in the corner of the room. A bookshelf that seemed slightly misaligned, as if it had been shifted repeatedly. Behind it, just barely visible, was the outline of a hidden door.

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