Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 13

Rocco’s Perspective

Lying back on Kim’s bed, I fixed my gaze on the ceiling above, but the emptiness inside me was overwhelming. There was no satisfaction, no sense of accomplishment—just a hollow void where triumph should have blossomed. Everything was unfolding exactly as I had planned: the merger was sealed, my adversary’s daughter was broken, and my bloodline was firmly secured. Yet, despite the Blackwood empire flourishing and my revenge nearly fulfilled, I found myself restless, counting the seconds until I could leave without seeming impolite.

“You should stay the night,” Kim murmured softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my bare chest as she lay beside me in her expansive king-sized bed at Moonlit Cove. Since becoming pregnant, she had grown more needy, more insistent. “The pups miss you when you’re gone.”

I glanced down at her stomach, still flat and unassuming. Werewolf pregnancies typically lasted around three months—much shorter than human ones, more aligned with their lupine nature. She wasn’t even close to that point yet.

The truth was, I’d only chosen Kim because she resembled Kira. Same face, same scent, yet completely severed from the Silverstone bloodline.

“I’ve got pack matters to attend to,” I said, gently sliding away from her touch as I reached for my shirt. “The Blackwood empire doesn’t run itself.”

Kim’s lips pouted, and her eyes narrowed just a little. “You’ve seemed distracted ever since we left the medical center. Is it… about her?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snapped, the words almost bursting out before I caught myself. My jaw clenched so tightly I could hear my teeth grinding together. How dare she suggest I was still thinking about that pathetic woman?

I quickly finished dressing and made my way toward the door. Kim called after me, something about dinner plans for tomorrow, but her words barely registered in my mind. Outside, Dominic was waiting by the car, his face as unreadable as ever.

“Home,” I ordered, sliding into the backseat without another word.

As we pulled away, Dominic cleared his throat and reached into his pocket. “Sir, I thought you might want this.” He handed me a silver wolf-head keychain. “Ms. Silverstone returned the mansion keys earlier today.”

I turned the keychain over in my hand. The metal was cool, but it didn’t burn my skin—it was platinum, actually. I had it custom-made for Kira when she moved in.

“She’s quick to collect her settlement and run,” I said, a cold laugh escaping my lips.

“But sir…” Dominic hesitated, his eyes meeting mine briefly in the rearview mirror. “She seems to have… completely moved on from you.”

“And why should that matter to me?” I replied, tightening my jaw. “That was the plan all along.”

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