Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 126

My heart pounded fiercely against my chest as I weighed Dominic’s invitation. Meeting Rocco in private was not just risky—it was a perilous gamble that could cost me everything. Yet, this might be the only opportunity I’d ever get to uncover the truth I’d been chasing for three long years. There was no turning back now.

Andy’s voice murmured cautiously in my ear, “This is incredibly dangerous. But if you believe you can manage it, then take the chance. We need that information.”

I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm of nerves swirling inside me. “It would be an honor to speak with Mr. Blackwood,” I said to Dominic, forcing a calm smile onto my face.

As Dominic guided me through the bustling hallway, I could feel the weight of dozens of eyes following my every move. Curious glances and calculating stares met me—these wolves were silently questioning who this unknown figure was, suddenly granted a private meeting with their Alpha. I straightened my spine, keeping my face composed. *Act like you belong. You are Emma Thornwald. You have every right to be here.*

My fingers instinctively brushed my neck, searching for the pulse point beneath my skin. Was the scent-masking compound still effective? Would my disguise hold up under Rocco’s scrutiny? Years of careful planning could unravel in an instant if he recognized me.

*Remember,* I reminded myself silently, *stay in character as Emma. Keep calm. Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment.*

Dominic led me down the eastern wing of the mansion, through hallways I once knew like the back of my hand. Each step felt surreal—familiar surroundings seen now through the eyes of a stranger. We stopped before a grand, ornate door I recognized as Rocco’s private study.

“Wait here,” Dominic instructed before slipping inside. Moments later, he returned. “Mr. Blackwood is ready to see you now.”

The study was just as I remembered, yet somehow more imposing in the dim moonlight. Dark, polished wood paneling lined the walls, decorated with ancient wolf pack maps and relics that traced Rocco’s lineage back centuries. One entire wall was dominated by shelves filled with rare volumes on wolf history and mythology. Opposite, floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the gardens and dense forest beyond, bathed in silver moonlight.

Rocco stood with his back to me, the pale light outlining his silhouette. A crystal tumbler of amber liquid rested in his hand. Seeing him so close, so familiar, sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine.

“Thank you, Dominic,” he said without turning. “Please give us some privacy.”

Dominic nodded and quietly exited, closing the door behind him with a soft, final click.

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