Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

A quiet stillness settled between us, but it wasn’t awkward or tense. Instead, it carried a strange anticipation, a silent energy that I hadn’t yet dared to admit was there.

“You know,” Andy’s voice dropped into a softer, more intimate tone, “you’re the strongest person I’ve ever come across.”

I glanced up, startled to see his eyes glowing with a warm golden light under the moonlight pouring through the window. “I don’t really feel strong,” I confessed quietly.

“That’s exactly why you are,” he said, his fingers gently tracing my cheek. “You never believe you’re enough, yet you keep pushing forward regardless.”

I’m not sure who made the first move—maybe it was both of us at the same time—but suddenly his lips met mine, tentative and searching. The kiss was soft, exploratory, so unlike the demanding, possessive kisses I remembered from Rocco. This one felt like a question, an invitation, not a claim.

Slowly, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to savor this rare moment of connection, a brief respite from the heavy burdens of revenge and duty. For a few heartbeats, I forgot about Red Mask, about Rocco, about my father lying unconscious in his hospital bed. I simply existed in the warmth of this unexpected closeness.

When we finally pulled apart, we both looked slightly stunned, as if neither of us had planned for that to happen.

Andy cleared his throat awkwardly. “We should probably… uh, train,” he said, waving a hand vaguely. “If we want to stop the ritual, you need to be at your absolute best.”

I nodded, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah, I could use some movement. My muscles are stiff from sitting through that interrogation for so long.”

We moved toward the training room in the safe house, the kiss still lingering in the back of my mind but set aside with quiet respect. The air between us buzzed with something new, something undefined.

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