Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Kira’s Perspective:

I found myself unable to look away from Harper’s face as she unfolded and read the note I had left her. The emotions flickered across her features like a storm—first confusion, then shock, and finally settling into a complex mix of hope and sorrow that made my chest tighten painfully. Her fingers clenched the small scrap of paper as if it were a fragile lifeline, pressing it close to her heart as though it could somehow keep us connected despite everything.

“She understood,” I murmured softly, my voice barely escaping my lips, almost a whisper even to myself.

Through the tinted glass of the car window, I watched Harper’s eyes dart frantically over the crowd, searching desperately. For a fleeting moment, I almost raised my hand to wave, almost called out to her. The urge to reveal myself was overwhelming, my fingers twitching involuntarily against the cool glass. But I forced myself to stay hidden, painfully aware that any contact could place us both in grave danger.

Andy reached over and gently brushed away a tear I hadn’t even noticed sliding down my cheek.

“She’ll be alright,” he said quietly. “Harper’s strong. She’s got a good job, friends who care about her. She deserves a life free from all this chaos and danger.”

I swallowed hard, nodding in agreement though the lump in my throat made it difficult to speak. “I know. That’s why I had to let her go.” My breath trembled as I exhaled shakily. “She deserves a normal life—not… this.” I gestured vaguely toward myself, toward what I’d become—a hollow version of the wolf I once was, hunted by unknown enemies.

Without waiting for me to change my mind, Andy started the car and pulled away from the curb. “We should get moving. I have a plan to leave tonight through the eastern exit of Rocco’s territory.”

“The eastern exit?” I asked, finally tearing my eyes away from Harper’s shrinking figure in the distance.

“It’s the least guarded,” Andy explained. “The terrain there is rough—mostly abandoned cabins and old hiking trails. Most wolves avoid it because the scent markers are faint. We can slip through unnoticed.”

I nodded absently, my mind already running through what that meant. No wolf senses. No strength to defend ourselves if caught. Just me—fully human, utterly exposed. But what choice did I have?

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