Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Vanessa’s hand froze mid–air, inches from my face, held back by Andy’s firm grip on her wrist. The entire room plunged into a suffocating silence. Security personnel tensed, hands hovering near their weapons, ready to intervene.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The woman standing before me–my mother–was both familiar and foreign. Her face had aged gracefully, still beautiful but with fine lines around her eyes that hadn’t been there when she walked out of my life at eight years old. Her blonde hair was styled in an elegant bob, and her clothes screamed money and status. But her eyes–those were exactly as I remembered them. Cold. Calculating. And right now, filled with rage.

‘Let go of me,‘ she hissed at Andy, trying to wrench her arm free.

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. TThree years. It had been three years since I’d seen her, and this was how she greeted me? With a raised hand and fury in her eyes?

“Everyone out,” I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt. “Give us the room.”

The security team hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

“Now,” I said firmly. “It’s okay.”

They retreated reluctantly, though Andy remained firmly at my side, still gripping my mother’s wrist.

“You can let her go,” I told him quietly.

Andy released her with obvious reluctance. “I’ll be right outside,” he said, his eyes never leaving Vanessa.

Once the door closed behind him, leaving just the three of us, my mother’s posture shifted. She straightened her designer jacket and fixed me with a look of pure disdain.

“Kim,” she spat, “you have some nerve showing your face here after disappearing for three years. Not a call, not a text–nothing! And now you just waltz back in like nothing happened?”

I blinked, momentarily confused. “What? I’m not-”

“Don’t play games with me,” she interrupted. “You think changing your hairstyle means I wouldn’t recognize my own daughter?”

Realization dawned on me like a bucket of ice water. “You think I’m Kim,” I said slowly. “I’m not Kim. I’m Kira.”

My mother’s eyes narrowed to slits. “This isn’t funny, Kira’s been dead for three years.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Dead? She thought I was dead?

“Mrs. Hoggins, Andy intervened, “I can assure you, this is Kira Silverstone. I’ve been working with her for months.”

My mother turned her disdainful gaze to Andy. “And who exactly are you? Another poor fool she’s manipulated?”

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Chapter 230

1. a. Your other daughter. The one you left behind with Dad when you took Kim and

“I’m not Kim, I repeated, my voice hardening. “I’m Kira. disappeared.*

Her perfectly made–up face showed the first flicker of doubt. She studied me more carefully, her eyes scanning every inch of my face.

“If you’re really Kira,” she said skeptically, “prove it. Tell me something only Kira would know.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “The day you left,” I said quietly, “I was wearing a blue dress with white flowers. Dad had bought it for my birthday the week before. You packed Kim’s things while I was at school, and when I came home, you were

but you never looked back. Not once.” already loading the car. I ran down the driveway after you, calling your name,

The color drained from her face. Her hand, which had been poised to strike me minutes ago, now trembled at her side.

“That’s… that could be something Kim knew,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Ask me anything else,” I challenged her. “Something only I would know.”

A silver wolf pendant on a chain,” I answered without hesitation. “You said it was special because it looked like my eyes when I shifted for the first time.”

“What reports?” I cut her off. “Who told you I was dead?”

“Kim called me,‘ she said, her voice softening at the mention of her favorite daughter. “She said she needed to see me urgently. But after we made plans to meet, she disappeared. No calls, nothing.”

“Just a few days ago, my mother replied. “Why? Do you know where she is?”

“Kim is… not herself right now,” I said carefully. “She’s being controlled by someone else. A woman named Lyra.”

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