Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 172

Rocco maintained a steady pace, his strides unwavering as fatigue seemed to evade him entirely. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, gradually revealing a landscape that felt increasingly familiar. Suddenly, a realization struck me—I recognized the direction we were heading.

“You’re bringing me back there…” I murmured under my breath, a tumult of emotions surging within me, mixing nostalgia with unease.

The expansive lawn stretched out ahead, bordered by pristine marble steps leading up to a grand oak door intricately carved with the emblem of a wolf. The sight stirred a flood of memories.

Rocco lifted me effortlessly across the threshold, his voice low and intimate. “Welcome home, Mrs. Blackwood.”

That place had once been our sanctuary—our first home, where promises were made and vows exchanged. It was where our happiness had blossomed, long ago, before everything unraveled.

Yet now, those memories seemed both vivid and distant, as if they belonged to someone else’s story. The house stood as a silent witness to betrayal and heartbreak, familiar yet alien at the same time.

I couldn’t help but wonder silently, “What does he want from me? Is this about revenge… or something else entirely?”

As we pressed forward, the dense forest began to thin, and Rocco’s pace slowed just a little. In the distance, the silhouette of the Blackwood mansion emerged under the moon’s pale light, soft glimmers shining from within, as though someone was waiting for us.

A sudden tension gripped my body. It had been three long years since that devastating separation, and I had never dared to return here. And now, against my will, I was being pulled back to confront the very place that held the source of all my pain.

“Bringing me back won’t change a thing,” I said quietly, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

Rocco said nothing in reply, though I noticed his breathing quicken slightly. Was he feeling nervous as well?

“Who’s inside waiting?” I asked, my tone edged with cold suspicion. “Kim and your child?”

He shook his head slowly. “They’re not here. Tonight, it’s just the two of us.”

His words unsettled me even more. What was his plan? What did he hope to achieve?

“Now we can finally talk properly,” Rocco said, standing before me. His voice was calm, but beneath it lay an emotion I struggled to decipher.

“After kidnapping me, what do you expect?” I shot back, sarcasm lacing my words. “A friendly chat?”

His expression was complex, his eyes flickering with feelings I hadn’t seen in years. “I owe you an explanation…”

“Just an explanation?” I interrupted, my tone icy. “I don’t care. Andy and the team will find this place soon enough.”

The butler returned with the medical supplies and began treating my ankle with practiced skill. Meanwhile, Rocco moved to the window, his back to the room, shoulders tense. “They won’t find us so quickly. We have enough time.”

I gazed out at the moonlit night, wondering if Andy could track us here. In this house—once my home—I was now a prisoner. The man I trusted the least was the one I had once loved most.

I knew then that this was only the beginning of a long, difficult night.