Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Rocco’s Perspective

The study was cloaked in silence, save for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock standing solemnly in the corner. I sat alone, my gaze fixed on the untouched glass of whiskey resting on my desk. The amber liquid shimmered as the moonlight filtered through the window, casting delicate golden reflections across the polished wood surface. Hours had slipped by unnoticed, the shadows in the room stretching longer as my mind spun relentlessly in a maze of regret and longing.

On the desk lay a framed photo of Kira and me, taken in what now felt like a distant, unreachable past. Her smile in that frozen moment was radiant—bright, trusting, and brimming with love—a smile I feared I would never witness again. My fingertip traced the cold metal edge of the frame absently, the chill grounding me to the present even as my heart ached for the past.

I knew she was upstairs, in the bedroom we once shared. The thought pierced my chest with a bittersweet pang—an agony mingled with a strange, twisted comfort. Here she was, beneath the same roof, breathing the same air, yet she might as well have been worlds away, unreachable and distant.

The grandfather clock’s steady ticking was a harsh reminder of the promise I had made to Andy: Kira would be free to leave at dawn. That moment was drawing closer with every tick, every second slipping away like grains of sand through my fingers.

My fingers tapped restlessly on the desk as I battled the overwhelming urge to climb the stairs and try once more to make her understand. “What am I even hoping for?” I muttered quietly to the empty room. “Her wolf is gone. Her heart shattered. What right do I have to ask for forgiveness now?”

I closed my eyes, and immediately the image of Lyra flashed before me—vanishing in that blinding surge of blue energy. Then Kira appeared, my mate, the woman I had spent three long years trying to bring back from the brink, standing there alive but distant, her gaze cold and lifeless, devoid of any warmth for me.

“God, the irony,” I whispered with a bitter laugh that caught in my throat. Three years of forbidden rituals, desperate attempts to resurrect a ghost, and experiments in the lab to recreate her… all for nothing. She had been alive all along. Only her wolf had died—and it was because of me.

I pushed myself away from the desk and approached the security console. Bringing the monitors to life, I scanned the night-vision feeds showing the perimeter. Shadowy figures lingered at the tree line—Andy and his team, waiting patiently for the first light of dawn. I zoomed in on Andy, watching him pace nervously, glancing repeatedly toward the mansion with an unmistakable worry etched across his face.

A sharp pang of jealousy struck me suddenly and deeply. Andy’s concern for Kira was more than professional. In the cave, I had seen the way he touched her, the way she leaned into him with a natural ease and trust. It was an intimacy born from genuine connection.

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