Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Kira’s POV

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I found myself standing just outside the operating room, my weight shifting uneasily onto my uninjured ankle as I peered through the observation window. Inside, the medical team was making their final adjustments, their movements precise and deliberate.

My heart tightened painfully the moment they wheeled my father in. God, he looked so small, so fragile lying there. Dad had always been a towering figure in my life—broad-shouldered, commanding, unshakable. But years spent in a coma had reduced him to this pale, delicate shadow of the man he once was. His skin carried a grayish pallor that made my chest ache as if the color had seeped into my own bones.

Ian caught my worried gaze and spoke softly, “The full moon’s energy tonight will amplify the treatment significantly.” He fiddled with a piece of equipment that looked like a strange fusion of cutting-edge medical devices and ancient ritualistic tools. “Lunar waves penetrate deeper into werewolf physiology during a full moon, but that also means everything becomes more unstable, harder to manage.”

I nodded, forcing a confident expression even as my stomach twisted into knots. Around me, my team held their positions with practiced ease. Andy lingered near the exit, his stance casual but his eyes never resting, constantly scanning the corridor. Rebecca was stationed by the nurses’ desk, pretending to study charts but really watching the staff’s every move. And everyone kept a careful watch on Rocco, who stood silently at the far end of the hallway, his presence a quiet but heavy shadow.

What if this is just another dead end? Another crushing disappointment after so many failed attempts?

My hands trembled slightly, betraying the years of desperation I’d carried. Years filled with specialists, experimental treatments, and ancient remedies—all leading nowhere. And now, I was entrusting my father’s life to a former Triad doctor, someone brought in by the very man responsible for tearing my family apart.

“We’re ready to begin,” Ian announced as he approached the door. “All non-medical personnel need to step back now.”

I instinctively took a step forward. “I’m staying right here.”

Ian shook his head firmly. “The energy field could interfere with the procedure. Please, Ms. Silverstone. I promise to keep you updated regularly.”

Andy’s hand landed gently on my arm. “Kira, let them do their work. We’ll be right here.”

I hesitated, my eyes locked on Dad’s still form, before finally allowing Andy to guide me back a few steps. Still, I refused to leave the observation window. Through the thick glass, I watched Ian begin what looked like a ritual, his hands moving in deliberate, precise patterns over my father’s body. The harsh overhead lights dimmed, replaced by an ethereal blue glow that reminded me of moonlight shimmering through water.

“He’s channeling the lunar energy,” Rebecca whispered, appearing beside me. “It’s a rare technique. The blue light directs the energy straight into the neural pathways.”

On the monitors, Dad’s vital signs wavered slightly. Every dip in the line sent my heart into a frantic flutter.

We stood in an uneasy silence, the soft hum of machines and distant staff conversations filling the space around us. The awkwardness between us was palpable but different from the usual tension. This felt more like a fragile truce, our focus united on my father rather than the bitter history between us.

How strange it was that the man I resented most stood beside me in one of my most vulnerable moments.

“Your father is strong,” Rocco broke the silence suddenly. “His vitals are holding steady.”

I didn’t answer right away, surprised he was even monitoring the readings. “He has to be,” I finally said. “He’s all I have left.”

Before Rocco could reply, alarms blared suddenly from inside the operating room. My heart leapt as I saw the monitors flashing red—Dad’s vitals were plummeting fast. Ian and his team sprang into action, applying a glowing compound to my father’s chest while adjusting the equipment with urgent precision.

I pressed my hands against the glass, panic bubbling up in my throat. “What’s happening?”

No one answered as the medical team worked frantically. I could see Ian’s lips moving rapidly, issuing commands. A nurse prepared a syringe filled with a fluorescent blue liquid, her hands steady despite the chaos.