Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 229

“This has to be a byproduct of Lyra’s resurrection experiments,” Andy suggested, scrolling through more data. “But it’s just as dangerous.”

Suddenly, without warning, a cold shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t just fear or disgust at what we’d discovered–it was something else. Something primal. Like a warning from a part of me I thought was gone.

I rubbed my arms, trying to shake the feeling. “We need to develop a counter–agent,” I said, the words coming out before I’d fully processed the thought.

Andy looked at me in surprise. “A counter–agent? We don’t even know if this drug is viable yet.”

“We need to start researching now,” I insisted, unable to explain the urgency I felt. “Contact our scientists immediately.”

“Kira, Andy said slowly, “are you okay? You seem… different since we left the ruins.”

I shook my head, struggling to articulate the sensation. “I don’t know. It’s like… like I can feel something’s wrong. Like a warning.”

“Your wolf?” Andy asked quietly.

“No,” I answered, though I wasn’t entirely sure. “My wolf is gone. But maybe… maybe something of it remains. Some instinct or intuition.”

I’d lost my wolf after Rocco’s betrayal–the emotional trauma had severed our connection, leaving me human. But occasionally, in moments of extreme stress or danger, I felt echoes of what used to be–flashes of instinct that seemed to come from nowhere.

“Whatever it is,” I continued, “I think we need to take this threat seriously. If they’ve developed a memory drug, we need to be prepared.”

Andy nodded, though his eyes still held concern. “I’ll contact our researchers right away. We’ll start working on understanding the compound and developing potential countermeasures.”

I assigned tasks quickly–security protocols to be strengthened, samples to be transported to our secure lab, experts to be contacted. Despite my unexplained anxiety, my mind was clear, focused on what needed to be done.

As the meeting concluded and team members dispersed to their assignments, Andy lingered.

“Kira,” he said quietly, “what’s really bothering you? Ever since we left that place, you’ve been… on edge.”

intensity of our meeting.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the entrance hall–raised voices, the sound of security trying to intervene, a woman’s angry shouts. I exchanged a quick glance with Andy before hurrying toward the noise, my injured leg protesting with each step.

When I reached the main hallway, I froze. Standing there, her face flushed with anger and her eyes bright with unshed tears, was my mother–Vanessa Hoggins. The woman who had abandoned me when I was eight years old.

Her eyes locked with mine, and the fury in her expression intensified. Before Andy or the security team could react, she lunged forward, pushing past the guard trying to hold her back.

“You!” she screamed, advancing on me with her hand raised, poised to deliver a slap.

I stood my ground, too shocked to move as her hand stopped mid–air, trembling with rage just inches from my face.