Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The following morning, I arrived at the café well ahead of our planned meeting and settled into a secluded corner, hoping for some privacy. Ethan showed up about ten minutes before our appointment, looking even more polished than I had expected. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, and his posture exuded the assured confidence of a man who had clearly made his mark in the business world.

“Ms. Silverstone,” he greeted me with a courteous nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Please, call me Kira,” I replied, motioning toward the empty chair across from me. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

A waiter soon brought over our coffee, the rich aroma filling the quiet space between us. Ethan’s fingers drummed nervously against the table’s surface, betraying an unease beneath his composed exterior.

Without hesitation, I addressed the matter at hand. “I want to talk about Jane. Can you tell me more about her?”

Ethan inhaled deeply before responding. “We haven’t been in touch for two years,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “The last time I heard from her was shortly before… her death.”

My chest tightened, heart skipping a painful beat. “Death?”

He nodded slowly, sadness clouding his features. “Yes. She’s gone. They found her body in the sea, but that’s all I know.”

A wave of dizziness swept over me as countless questions flooded my mind. Why was she found in the sea? What had happened to her?

“Ethan,” I asked cautiously, “could you tell me about my father’s relationship with Jane?”

His eyes softened as he recalled the memories. “Mr. Silverstone was very kind to her. Jane was a quiet girl, often bullied by her roommates at the human university. But your father rented an apartment for her in the human world, gave her a safe place to stay.”

I nodded slowly, trying to absorb this new information. “Did Jane ever mention the Blackwood family? Or Rocco Blackwood?”

Ethan’s gaze became guarded. “No, never. She only ever said she was an orphan.”

We continued talking for a while longer, but Ethan didn’t seem to have much else to offer. Before parting ways, he handed me a business card. “This is a private investigator who specializes in werewolf affairs,” he explained. “If you want to dig deeper, he might be able to help.”

Just as I was about to make the call, my phone rang. It was the werewolf medical center. Dr. Lucas Bennett was on the line, insisting I come in immediately. My heart sank; instinct told me this wasn’t good news.

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