Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 205

“That’s impossible,” I said, crossing my arms. “Even with the best technology, there would be some trace.”

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“Exactly,” Rocco agreed, frowning at the footage. “This isn’t normal tech. Even the most advanced cloaking devices would leave some kind of energy signature.”

“You think this has something to do with Lyra?” I asked, the name still feeling strange on my tongue. If she was truly alive, after what we’d witnessed in that cave…

Rocco’s expression tightened. “If she’s alive… and helping Ethan… it would mean she’s capable of altering her biological signature

somehow.”

I thought back to the cave, to the explosion of energy that had supposedly consumed her. “That kind of energy blast would have destroyed any living thing… unless…”

“Unless she’s evolved into something we don’t understand,” Rocco finished, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of dread and resignation.

I returned to my father’s bedside, pulling a chair close to hold his hand. The medical team had stabilized him and now there was nothing to do but wait. I didn’t care about the technical details of security systems or mysterious abilities. All that mattered was that my father was safe and would wake up.

The hours crawled by. Rocco had stationed guards outside the door and throughout the property.

I found a book on the nightstand and tried to read, but the words blurred together. My mind kept replaying the moment I’d found Ethan standing over my father, the syringe in his hand. How close had we come to losing him? And if Lyra was truly alive, what did that mean

for all of us?

Time slipped away as I sat there, my body heavy with exhaustion. At some point, I must have dozed off, because I jerked awake at the slight movement of my father’s hand in mine.

“Dad?” I was instantly alert, leaning closer to see his face in the dim light.

His eyes fluttered open, looking disoriented for a moment before focusing on me. “Kira…?” His voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

I squeezed his hand gently, relief flooding through me. “I’m here. How do you feel?”

He tried to sit up, grimacing with the effort. I quickly helped adjust his pillows. “There was someone… in my room…”

“I know,” I said, my throat tightening. “He’s gone now. You’re safe.”

Dad’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the medical equipment and guards visible through the doorway. “What happened?”

“Do you remember anything?” I asked carefully.

He frowned, concentrating. “I was thinking about… what we discussed earlier. Then I heard a knock. I thought it might be you coming back…” He paused, his breathing becoming slightly labored with the effort of recalling. “When I opened my eyes, there was a man I didn’t recognize standing there.”

“What did he do?” I pressed gently.

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a syringe, I think. He tried to inject me with it, but I managed to fight back.” He looked down at his arm, where a something in his hand bruise was forming. “I fell off the bed in the struggle. That’s the last thing I remember.”

Guilt washed over me. “I’m so sorry, Dad. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

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