Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

When we arrived, Dark Moon was still packed to the brim, the deep thumping bass vibrating through the thick walls and filling the air with an almost tangible energy. I moved swiftly past the long queue outside, deliberately tuning out the murmurs and sideways glances directed my way. The club manager hurried over at once, his face lighting up with a forced smile.

“Alpha Blackwood! What a surprise to see you here…” he began.

I cut him off sharply. “Where is Kira Silverstone?”

His grin faltered, and for a moment, I saw hesitation flicker in his eyes. “Ms. Silverstone and her companion left about twenty minutes ago, sir.”

Anger surged through me, and I slammed my fist against the plastered wall. The sharp crack echoed in the corridor. “Find her. Now.”

My team fanned out inside the club, searching every corner, but it was useless. Her scent lingered faintly in the air, but it was tangled with too many others to follow. The frustration gnawed at me.

Dominic approached carefully, his voice low. “Sir, it appears Ms. Silverstone may have already secured a new place to stay.”

I growled, the words bitter in my throat. “She thinks she can just take my money and vanish? That this is over?”

A young male server passed nearby, and suddenly, a familiar scent caught my attention—Kira’s unmistakable fragrance. Instinct took over. I grabbed the man by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. “You. You served her tonight.”

His eyes widened in terror as he gasped, struggling to speak. “P-please, Alpha, I was only doing my job.”

I tightened my grip. “Does your job include kneeling for my mate?”

Before I could squeeze harder, Dominic stepped in, holding up his phone. “Sir, the security footage shows he was merely serving her juice. Nothing inappropriate happened. She wasn’t even drinking alcohol.”

I released the trembling server, who scrambled away as fast as he could. Turning to Dominic, I barked, “Find out where she’s gone. Use every resource at your disposal.”

For the next hour, I drove relentlessly through werewolf territory, my senses straining to pick up any trace of her scent. I visited every meaningful place we’d shared—the park where I first kissed her, the cozy restaurant where I had proposed our mating, the moonlit lake where we had performed our bonding ceremony. But no matter how hard I searched, there was no sign of her. It was as if she had simply evaporated.

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