Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

The formal address—“Mr. Blackwood”—landed on me like a sharp blow to the chest. It wasn’t just anger in her voice; it was a cold, impenetrable wall of detachment that cut deeper than any insult could.

“Kira,” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, ignoring how pitiful I must have sounded. “Please, just tell me… where have you been all these years?”

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to a movement beside her. A man stepped forward and rested his hand gently on her shoulder. The touch was protective, intimate even—like the comforting gesture of someone who had earned the right to be close. Unlike with me, Kira didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned subtly into his touch, giving him a slight nod of gratitude.

A fierce, burning jealousy surged through my veins. I stared at them both, noticing the unspoken understanding between them, the effortless closeness that spoke of shared history and trust.

*She found someone else,* I thought bitterly, a hollow ache spreading through my chest. *She never came back to me. She never even tried.*

Had she been with this man all along? While I had visited what I believed was her lifeless body every night, pouring out my love to an empty shell, had she been quietly building a new life with him?

Her voice sliced through my tortured thoughts like a blade. “We’re not mates anymore. In fact, you’re the enemy of my dead child and my dead wolf.”

The words crashed over me like a thunderclap. Dead wolf. I looked closer at her, suddenly noticing what I’d missed before—there was no wolf scent lingering around her. None of the subtle, primal markers that identified our kind. She was fully human now.

A werewolf could only become human if their wolf had died to save their human half from fatal harm.

Inside me, my wolf howled in torment. Her wolf was gone. Dead because of me. Because I hadn’t trusted her, hadn’t protected her, had left her to face danger alone.

*If only I had believed her…* The thought tore through me like jagged claws. *If only I had trusted her…*

Memories flooded my mind—our mating ceremony beneath the full moon, my solemn vow to guard her with my life, the promises we had sworn to each other. Promises I shattered by letting suspicion and jealousy cloud my heart.

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