Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Kira’s POV

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I sat in the hospital chair, my hands anxiously rubbing my knees as I tried to process what Dad had just told me. The rhythmic beeping of medical equipment was the only sound breaking the heavy silence between us. My mind was still reeling from learning that my father had been in a relationship with Lyra–Rocco’s supposedly innocent, victimized sister.

The same Lyra who had experimented on humans. The same Lyra who might be connected to the Triads.

1 stared at my father’s haggard face, noticing how the shadows under the dim hospital lights seemed to deepen the lines of guilt and pain etched there. His eyes held a faraway look, as if he was seeing ghosts from his past rather than the sterile white walls around us.

Then what, Dad?” I finally asked, breaking the silence. “What happened after Lyra disappeared?”

Dad’s face contorted with pain, and I could tell the next part of the story was even harder for him to share. My stomach tightened with dread.

“I spent weeks tracking her,” he began, his voice low and strained. “I used every contact I had, every resource at my disposal. It was… obsessive. I couldn’t sleep knowing what she might be doing.”

He paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing.

“Eventually, I found traces of her. She’d established a secret laboratory in an abandoned industrial complex near the northern territory border. I discovered…” His voice cracked. “I discovered she was capturing werewolves. Young ones, vulnerable ones, using them for her experiments.”

My blood ran cold. “What kind of experiments?”

“Transformation experiments. Testing the limits of our biology, pushing boundaries that were never meant to be crossed.” Dad’s hands trembled slightly. “I found documentation, recordings… it was worse than I imagined. She wasn’t just curious anymore; she was methodical, ruthless.”

I tried to imagine my father’s position–discovering the woman he’d loved had become a monster. “What did you do?”

‘I faced a terrible choice,” he said, meeting my eyes. “Turn her in to the werewolf authorities, risking exposure of our kind to humans if she retaliated with what she knew… or handle it myself.”

My throat felt dry. “And you chose…”

“I decided to confront her one last time,” Dad said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I gathered all the evidence of her crimes, hoping— foolishly perhaps–that I could reason with her, make her see what she’d become.”

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