Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Kira’s POV

Rocco’s hand suddenly grabbed my ankle with a vise-like grip, yanking me forcefully toward him. The sharp pull sent a jolt of pain through my already fragile body, making me gasp in protest. I tried to kick him away, but his hold was relentless, unyielding like iron shackles. Those eyes that once held nothing but love now burned with a darker flame—a twisted blend of fury and desire that churned my stomach into knots.

“No!” I gasped, panic rising as he loomed over me. “Don’t touch me!”

My pleas fell on deaf ears. He pressed his weight down, pinning me firmly against the bed. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me, but beneath it lingered something else—Kim’s scent. My sister’s scent clinging to my husband. My stomach lurched violently at the thought.

“In case you’ve forgotten,” he growled, his face dangerously close to mine, “we’re still bonded.”

“After you and Kim… after what you two did…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, the words choking in my throat. “Don’t touch me! Your scent makes me sick!”

Without warning, his lips crashed down on mine in a harsh, forced kiss that sent shivers of revulsion crawling across my skin. I twisted my head sharply to the side, pushing against his chest with all the strength left in me, but it was futile. The treatment had drained me, leaving me weak and vulnerable to his advances.

“Stop it,” I hissed, finally managing to turn my face away. “Your smell… it’s everywhere on you. Her smell is all over you!”

A sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed me. Desperately, I shoved him with every ounce of strength I had left and rolled off the bed just in time to heave violently onto the floor. My body convulsed uncontrollably as I emptied my stomach.

Rocco jerked back, his expression twisting from lust to disgust in an instant. Standing over me, his eyes blazed with furious intensity as I wiped my mouth with the back of my trembling hand.

A sharp knock at the door cut through the tense silence, halting whatever cruel words he was about to unleash. Rocco growled in frustration.

“What?” he barked.

The door creaked open, revealing Dominic, Rocco’s Beta. He kept his gaze respectfully lowered, avoiding both me and the mess sprawled on the floor.

“Alpha,” Dominic said calmly, his voice steady, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Kim is at the werewolf medical center. She’s experiencing early labor pains. The doctors say she needs your spiritual support.”

Kim. Of course it was Kim. A bitter laugh threatened to escape my lips. Even now, she was still taking him away from me. But this time, strangely, I felt a flicker of relief.

Rocco’s face shifted instantly, the annoyance melting into concern. His eyes flicked back to me, torn between the urge to punish me and the need to be by Kim’s side.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his golden hair. “Fine.”

He pointed a finger at me, his gaze sharp and cold. “Dominic, watch her. Don’t let her leave this room.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Dominic nodded solemnly.

Rocco hesitated at the doorway, then looked back at me with a chilling promise in his eyes. “I’ll be back.”

The door slammed shut behind him, and I collapsed back onto the bed, my body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and faint relief. Dominic lingered awkwardly by the door before moving to clean up the mess on the floor.

“Thank you,” I whispered, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“It’s no trouble, Luna,” he replied softly.

“Please… just call me Kira,” I added quietly.

He nodded and finished tidying up quickly. When he was done, he returned with a glass of water and a damp cloth to gently wipe my face.

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