Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Security personnel burst into the room, swiftly shifting into their wolf forms with a fluid grace that was both intimidating and efficient. They quickly subdued Fiona, pinning her to the floor as a nurse approached with a syringe filled with a sedative. Fiona thrashed weakly for a moment, her strength fading until she transformed back into her human self, collapsing limp and motionless on the cold floor.

“Take her to isolation immediately,” Dr. Green commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the tense air. Then, turning his gaze toward me, his eyes narrowed, reflecting a mix of recognition and something more unsettling—was it fear? “And you need to leave. Right now.”

“I need to know more about—” I began, desperation creeping into my voice.

“Now!” he snapped, his tone rising dangerously. “Before I have security escort you out.”

With no room to argue, I hurried out of the asylum, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. Once inside my car, the silence felt heavy, broken only by the steady hum of the engine. I reached for the pillow Fiona had pressed into my hands earlier. Running my fingers along the fabric, I carefully searched inside the pillowcase, feeling through the stuffing for any hidden secret. But it was just an ordinary pillow—soft, unremarkable. Why had Fiona clung to it so fiercely in her final moments?

Trying to steady my thoughts, I pulled out the private investigator’s notes again. Among the scribbled details, there was an address listed as Fiona’s family home. Since Fiona herself had proven to be a poor source of reliable information, perhaps her family could shed some light on the mystery.

When I arrived at the address, I found it was no longer occupied by the Scotts. Instead, a different werewolf family had moved in. A young mother, balancing a lively toddler on her hip, answered the door. Her eyes widened slightly at my questions, clearly unsure of what I wanted.

“We bought this place last year,” she explained, her voice warm but cautious. “The Scotts moved… overseas, I think? Something about starting fresh in the human world.”

“The human world?” I echoed, puzzled. That was unusual. Most werewolves stayed close to their pack territories for safety and a sense of community.

“Yeah, it surprised everyone,” she said with a small shrug. “They were just regular Omegas, nothing special. Then suddenly they had the money to move. Good for them, I guess.”

I thanked her and left, feeling more confused than before. How could an ordinary Omega family suddenly afford to relocate to the human world? And why would they abandon their daughter behind?

Something about the story didn’t sit right with me. If Fiona had any information about my father, I needed to find someone who truly knew her. I scrolled through my contacts, pausing when I found Ethan Morris’s name. He had been one of my father’s sponsored students. Maybe he could offer some insight.

I called Ethan without hesitation. To my relief, he agreed to meet me at a nearby café.

When I arrived, Ethan was already seated, his youthful face etched with concern as he stood to greet me.

“Kira, it’s good to see you again,” he said, though his eyes betrayed the worry he was trying to hide. “You sounded urgent on the phone.”

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