Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Kira’s POV

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My father’s question hung in the air between us, sharp and unexpected. “Is everything alright between you and Rocco?” His eyes–finally clear after years of comatose emptiness–fixed on me with the same penetrating insight he’d always possessed.

My heart hammered against my ribs. Shit. What do I say? Complete lie or half–truth? I could feel heat creeping up my neck as I scrambled for a response that wouldn’t shatter his fragile recovery.

“We…” I paused, forcing my voice to sound casual, “just have a lot of work pressure lately. Maybe some small disagreements, but nothing

serious,”

Dad’s expression grew more serious, his brows drawing together. “You’re sure about that?”

His dissatisfaction was obvious. I swallowed hard, feeling sweat form at my hairline. Even fresh from a coma, his ability to see through me

hadn’t diminished one bit.

He shook his head, disappointment clouding his features. “You’ve changed, Kira. Where’s that bright, cheerful daughter who used to share everything with me?”

His words stabbed straight into my heart. I straightened my back defensively. “Five years can change a person a lot, Dad.”

Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Dad’s gaze drifted to the window, as though searching for something long gone. My chest tightened with competing emotions–guilt, anger, sadness–all tangled into an impossible knot.

“And besides,” I suddenly said, my voice sharper than I’d intended, “you didn’t tell me about Lyra either, did you?”

The moment her name left my lips, I regretted it. Dad’s face registered shock, then unmistakable guilt. His eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly looked years older and more fragile than he had moments ago.

God, I’m such an asshole. He’d just woken from a coma, his body still weak, and here I was throwing accusations. Guilt flooded through me like a tidal wave. My father had always been my rock, never abandoning me even during our family’s darkest times. Now it was my turn to support him, and I’d let my emotions get the better of me.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that-” I stepped forward, reaching for his shoulder.

He waved me off, his voice low and tired. “It’s alright, Kira. I just… need some time alone.”

He turned toward the window, his back to me, shoulders smaller than I remembered. I stood frozen, torn between staying and leaving. Finally, I respected his wishes.

“I’ll check on you later,” I said softly, moving slowly toward the door.

Before closing it, I took one last look at him. He remained staring out the window, his expression deep and melancholy, lost in memories only he knew. Watching him like this intensified my questions–what exactly happened between him and Lyra? How did it connect to Rocco’s revenge?

I walked slowly down the stairs, each step accompanied by chaotic thoughts. Should I tell Dad the truth? Tell him my relationship with Rocco had been destroyed? Tell him Rocco’s sister Lyra tried to kill me? But what would such truths do to his recovery?

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My head throbbed. Every choice seemed loaded with unforeseeable consequences. If I continued pretending everything was normal, I’d be betraying someone I loved. But telling the truth might cause irreparable damage to his health.

When I entered the living room, I found Rocco waiting, his posture tense. Seeing me, he immediately stepped forward.

You were up there so long. Is everything okay?” His voice held concern that made my stomach twist.

I was about to answer when I noticed Andy approaching from the other side, his expression vigilant, eyes locked on Rocco’s every movement. The air between the three of us instantly thickened, like the stillness before a storm.

Andy moved forward, positioning himself between Rocco and me. “Stay away from her.”

Rocco’s expression remained unchanged, but his posture adjusted, becoming more commanding. “This is my home. I’ll stand wherever I

The situation deteriorated rapidly. Rocco’s fingers began transforming, nails lengthening into dangerous claws. Andy’s posture grew even more tense, clearly ready for battle. I stood between them, desperately trying to prevent the imminent clash.

“Enough!” I shouted. “Both of you need to calm down!”

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I turned to Rocco: “This won’t solve anything!” Then to Andy: “This isn’t a battlefield, remember my father is still recovering.”

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Neither man showed any sign of backing down. The tension in the air was almost tangible. My heart raced as I frantically considered how to stop this disaster.

At that moment, a loud crash came from upstairs, so forceful that all three of us looked up toward the staircase.

My heart immediately sank, fear surging through me. That sound came from Dad’s room.

Ignoring the conflict between the two men, I spun around and rushed toward the stairs. “Dad!”

I raced up the steps, terror and worry filling every cell in my body. I vaguely heard Rocco and Andy following close behind, but I couldn’t care less about them now.

My ankle protested with sharp pain as I ran, but I completely disregarded it. Horrible scenarios flashed through my mind: Dad collapsing, his condition worsening… God, what would I do if I lost him?

My hand reached for the doorknob, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Everything seemed to slow down as my fingers touched the cold metal, ready to push open the door that might hide my worst fears.