Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260

Kira’s POV

I stood alone in front of the observation room at the medical center, staring through reinforced glass at the container holding Lyra’s consciousness. Blue energy pulsed inside the metal cylinder like some eerie heartbeat, a constant reminder that the danger still existed, just contained for now. My fingers touched the cold glass, feeling a slight vibration beneath my fingertips.

The past few days flashed through my mind–disrupting Ethan’s plans, capturing him, saving Kim and successfully separating Lyra’s consciousness. I felt completely drained, but there was also this weird sense of relief. The biggest threat was under control, at least for

now.

Rebecca entered the lab, her footsteps breaking my train of thought. “The container is completely sealed, with multiple redundancy systems activated. Monitoring shows Lyra’s consciousness is stable but active,” she reported, her voice professionally calm.

“Is there any chance she could escape?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on the blue glow, my stomach tightening with worry.

Rebecca shook her head. “Almost impossible. The container is designed to isolate all external communications and will be transferred to a high–security facility completely isolated from the outside world.”

“The trial begins in an hour,” I said. “Make sure the container has the highest level of security while we’re gone.”

After leaving the medical center, I headed to the council hall, reviewing the evidence collection process for the entire incident. The hallway lights were dim and solemn, creating a grave atmosphere for the upcoming trial. My heart beat faster, my palms slightly sweaty. I met several Alpha council members who nodded in acknowledgment, thanking me for my contribution. The respect in their eyes made me uncomfortable–I’d only done what was necessary to protect my pack.

I felt nervous but resolute about the upcoming trial. This was a necessary step to restore order to werewolf society. Walking through the spacious hall, I glimpsed Rocco in the distance talking with several elders, their voices low and serious. He looked up, our eyes briefly meeting. His expression was complex and difficult to read, a mixture of pain and something I couldn’t identify. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly looked away and continued on my path.

The werewolf council hall was dignified and solemn, with pack leaders from all territories gathered together, tension filling the air. My throat tightened as I struggled to maintain a calm expression. This was the most important trial in decades, and everyone understood how today’s decision would affect the future of werewolf society. Ethan was brought to the central judgment platform, his wrists bound with special silver handcuffs to prevent him from using his werewolf abilities. He was charged with multiple crimes: controlling multiple Alphas, murder, and attempting to usurp control of the entire werewolf society.

When I was called forward as the primary witness, I felt all eyes on me, my skin prickling under their gaze. I took a deep breath and described the facilities we discovered and Ethan’s plans, my voice echoing through the hall. “We found he had established multiple laboratories developing technology to control werewolf memories and consciousness. Evidence shows he successfully controlled at least twelve Alpha–level werewolves and was prepared to expand.”

Ethan appeared arrogant throughout the trial, as if this were all trivial. When the council presented all the evidence we’d gathered, including testimony from controlled Alphas, he merely smirked, claiming he was “improving an outdated werewolf social structure.” His expression made me sick, but I forced myself to remain professional.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “You’ve all been manipulated by Lyra! She was the mastermind!” His voice rose with a hint of desperation.

“We’re all aware Lyra was involved,” I said calmly. “But that doesn’t reduce your responsibility. You were accomplices.” I looked toward the council members. “The recordings clearly show Ethan actively participating in every stage of the experiments and planning. He wasn’t a victim, but a primary executor.”

When the verdict was announced, fear appeared on Ethan’s face for the first time, his mask cracking to reveal genuine emotion. For al werewolf, losing connection to the pack and one’s memories was the harshest punishment, equivalent to identity death. He was taken away by a special team appointed by the council to execute the memory wipe procedure. As he was led out of the hall, he looked back once, his eyes filled with hatred, making me shudder involuntarily.

I felt the verdict was necessary but not completely satisfying, leaving an empty feeling in my chest. The judgment couldn’t fully repair the damage he’d caused or heal the pain of those werewolves who had been controlled and manipulated. At the same time, I knew Lyra’s threat still existed, despite being contained.

I noticed Rocco’s complex expression during the trial, understanding he was also processing Lyra’s betrayal and manipulation. His own sister turning out to be part of such an evil plan must have been a tremendous shock. I found myself wanting to comfort him but unsure if I had that right anymore.

After the trial ended, I left the council hall feeling another wave of exhaustion hit me. The crisis was finally over, and as my tense nerves relaxed, I almost couldn’t stand, having to support myself against the wall. I found a quiet corner to gather my thoughts. Through the window, I saw Rocco and Andy working in different areas of the garden. Rocco’s shoulders were tense, while Andy occasionally glanced toward the hall, probably looking for me.

I took a deep breath, feeling oxygen fill my lungs, bringing a moment of clarity. I realized that with the crisis over, I still had a personal decision to make.

My gaze drifted between them. Rocco, a history of shared pain and love that felt etched into my very being. Andy, a steady presence offering a future I hadn’t dared to imagine. The war with Ethan was over, but I realized another, quieter battle had just begun within my own heart.