Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Kira’s Perspective:

Under the glow of a full moon, its silvery beams stretched across a clearing I knew well, I stood quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, Rocco emerged from the shadows, his gaze sharp and intense—the very look I had once adored. My breath caught in my throat as he reached out toward me, his fingers hovering mere inches from my face.

“Why did you leave me?” he asked, his voice trembling just slightly, laden with a raw, aching sorrow that made my own chest tighten painfully.

I longed to respond, to close the distance between us with a touch, but as my hand lifted toward his, everything shifted. His expression hardened, twisting into something cold and unrecognizable. A vivid crimson mask appeared over his eyes, and his once warm gaze turned icy and distant.

Suddenly, I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. Sweat clung to my T-shirt, damp and uncomfortable, and my fingers gripped the tangled sheets beneath me as if holding on for dear life.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, pushing back the strands of hair that clung to my damp forehead. The pale light of early morning filtered softly through the blinds of my modest bedroom, casting faint stripes across the floor. “Why now? Why am I dreaming of him when we’re so close to ending this nightmare?”

I forced myself out of bed, the coolness of the floor grounding me back to the present. Staring into the bathroom mirror, I confronted a pale, worn woman staring back—three years living as a human after being a werewolf had left its mark. Fine lines traced the corners of my eyes, and a permanent exhaustion shadowed my face, one that no amount of sleep seemed to erase.

I splashed cold water onto my face, hoping to wash away the haunting images that clung stubbornly to my mind. I needed to focus—today was too critical to be distracted by ghosts from the past.

Half an hour later, I entered the command center clutching my notebook tightly. The room was already buzzing with quiet intensity. Jennifer stood tall and commanding beside the electronic map display, Andy leaned casually against the wall with his arms crossed, Mason was hunched over his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard, and Rebecca pored over documents with fierce concentration.

“Eight days until the full moon,” Jennifer announced as I took my seat. “We need a plan that leaves no room for error.”

The large screen flickered to life, revealing satellite images and a detailed three-dimensional model of a sprawling cave system.

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