Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 19

Kira’s POV

“So this is where you vanish to,” Rocco’s voice slid through the cold air, deceptively gentle as he closed the distance between us. “With another man, huh?”

A sharp twist clenched my stomach, tightening into a painful knot that made my head swim. Him? Of all people? My blood surged to my face so quickly I nearly lost my balance. I forced a smile—one I hoped came off as biting sarcasm, though my cheeks felt stiff and frozen with fear.

“Funny, coming from you,” I shot back, my voice pitched higher than usual. “Weren’t you the one who demanded a divorce? Or did you conveniently forget that part while you were screwing my sister?”

Rocco stepped closer, his presence radiating heat that cut through the chilly air like a blade. I wanted to recoil, but I stood my ground. My wolf should have been growling, her hackles raised in warning, but the treatment had buried her deep beneath my skin, leaving only a faint, distant echo of her fierce spirit.

“Are you sleeping with him?” His voice dropped to that dangerous whisper I knew all too well—the one that always came just before something shattered: a glass, a door, sometimes even my heart.

“No,” I replied without thinking, my voice flat.

His gaze sharpened. “You’re lying.”

“Even if I were,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady, “what business is it of yours? You’re the one who broke our bond. You’re the one who—”

“We haven’t divorced yet,” Rocco cut me off, his face twisting into a sneer. “And you’re already spreading your legs for another man?”

A white-hot fury ignited inside me, burning through my veins. My hands clenched into fists. “How DARE you? After what you did with my sister—”

The world suddenly tilted. My stomach lurched as Rocco grabbed me up like I weighed nothing at all. No, no, no! Panic surged through me like a tidal wave. I pushed against his chest, but my arms felt like limp noodles, drained of strength by the treatment.

“PUT ME DOWN!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of my fear. “Let go of me, you controlling psycho!”

My heart pounded wildly, threatening to burst free from my chest. The treatment had left me weak and fragile, but fear and anger fueled a desperate fight inside me. Not that it made a difference against his overwhelming strength.

“Get the car door,” he barked to someone behind him.

No! He can’t do this! I thrashed harder, ignoring the sharp sting radiating through my limbs. “You can’t just kidnap me! I’m not your possession!”

Then I caught sight of Lucas running toward us, his face twisted with fury. My stomach clenched—not for myself, but for him.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lucas shouted.

Lucas, no, please stay back! I wanted to scream, but before I could, Rocco threw me roughly onto the backseat. The impact sent waves of pain rippling through my already weakened body. I gasped, tears springing to my eyes.

When Lucas reached for the door, Rocco’s fist crashed into his jaw with a sickening crack. The sound made my stomach churn—the brutal snap of knuckles against bone.

“LUCAS!” I scrambled toward the door, my heart lodged in my throat. But Rocco shoved me back and slammed it shut.

“Drive,” he ordered Dominic as he slid in beside me.

The car lurched forward. I twisted around, watching through the rear window as Lucas staggered to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth.

“You really think I’d be dumb enough to let you run around freely, dating other men?” Rocco’s voice was eerily calm. “Especially when we’re still legally bound?”

I could smell his anger—sharp and metallic like blood. My hands trembled so violently I had to fold them in my lap.

Through my tears, I searched his face for any trace of the man who once held me close under full moons, who whispered he’d die for me. But there was nothing left—only cold, empty hatred.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, wiping my face with my free hand. “My father was good to your sister. He helped Lyra when she was using the name Jane. He sponsored her education—”

Rocco’s face twisted in rage, and he shoved me hard against the car door. Pain exploded through my shoulder and down my arm. I cried out, curling into myself to protect against the blow.

“Don’t you DARE speak her name!” he roared, his face inches from mine, spit flying. “You have no right to say my sister’s name!”

I flinched away, pressing my body against the cold window, trying to make myself as small as possible. He was completely lost. Terror coursed through my veins, leaving me light-headed. The treatment had left me so fragile that even this small violence felt like being hit by a truck.

I said nothing more, tears blurring my vision as we drove toward the edge of the forest where the Blackwood mansion loomed.

When we finally stopped in front of the grand estate, Rocco exited without a word. Dominic opened my door, his expression guarded but laced with concern, as I was still trembling from the pain in the car.

“Do you need help, Luna?” he asked softly.

Before I could reply, Rocco barked from the steps, “Stop coddling her, Dominic. She’s just putting on a show to gain sympathy from the pack.”

An act? I wished it was that simple. I tried to stand, but my legs felt disconnected from my body. The brief rush of adrenaline had left me utterly drained.

My knees buckled the moment my feet touched the ground.

“Luna!”