Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174

I fixed my gaze on him, my mind racing as I reevaluated everything I thought I understood. Suddenly, the erratic and contradictory actions of Red Mask seemed to fall into place. Yet, despite this new clarity, I found myself resolute. “This doesn’t change a thing,” I finally said, my voice steady but firm. “She’s still accountable for all she’s done.”

Rocco ran a hand through his hair, a gesture so familiar it stirred an ache deep within my chest, despite myself. “I know,” he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. “But I’ve only known her for a few weeks. I was trying to find a way to help her, not to kill her.”

I cut in sharply, unable to hold back the sharp edge in my tone. “And you chose to protect her instead? Letting her go on hurting innocent people? My father—”

He interrupted me, his face etched with pain. “I admit I made a mistake. But you have to understand, she was all I had left… my only family.”

“Family is never an excuse to commit terrible acts,” I said coldly, shutting down his justification.

An uncomfortable silence settled between us. I shifted my injured ankle, wincing as the pain flared anew. The subtle movement seemed to trigger something in Rocco; his eyes narrowed, focusing on me intently.

“Now it’s your turn to explain,” he said quietly, leaning forward. “How did you survive?”

My body tensed instantly. “I don’t owe you any explanations,” I replied, turning my gaze away from his intense stare.

“Kira,” he said softly, his voice almost pleading, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Please.”

The weight of memories pressed down on me like a heavy fog—the ghostly ache in my chest where I once felt my wolf’s presence, the icy river water that had engulfed me, the indescribable pain of being torn apart.

He has no right to know what I endured… not after betraying me, I thought bitterly.

Rocco’s eyes held a quiet determination. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out anyway. No matter what it takes.”

I studied him for a long moment, measuring my options carefully. “Why does this matter so much to you?”

“Because no one comes back from that condition,” he said simply. “There’s no known cure.”

The tension between us crackled like electricity. Finally, I spoke, my voice cold and detached. “My wolf died. She took all the sickness with her, leaving the human me behind to keep living.”

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