Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233

“While Kim would follow anyone’s instructions,” I continued for her, feeling a cold anger flow through me. “Especially yours.”

Mother’s silence was confirmation enough. After several seconds, she spoke quietly: “Kim was more… accommodating. William’s family needed someone who would follow tradition, not someone always challenging the rules.”

A strange calm suddenly washed over me, like the stillness after a storm. Years of questions finally answered. It wasn’t that I wasn’t good enough or lovable enough–it was simply that I was too independent, too incompatible with the new life my mother had chosen for

herself.

I thought back to countless childhood nights lying in bed wondering why mom hadn’t taken me too, why she’d chosen Kim over me. That self–doubt and feeling of inadequacy had poisoned my dreams for years. Now, those feelings were dissolving, replaced by an odd sense of

relief.

The gifts my father had given me–independent thinking and resilience–were exactly why my mother had left me behind. This realization was both heartbreaking and strangely comforting.

“I wasn’t a good mother,” Vanessa tried to explain, a hint of genuine regret in her voice. “But I thought it was the best decision at the

time…”

“Thank you for being honest,” I responded, surprising even myself with the calmness in my voice. “Oddly enough, I feel relieved.”

“Relieved?” Mother asked, confused, clearly not expecting this reaction.

I nodded, feeling moisture at the corners of my eyes, though not from sadness: “For twenty years I’ve been wondering what I did wrong. Now I know you just wanted a daughter you could mold, not one with her own ideas.”

Andy gently interjected, his voice soft but firm: “Independent thinking was never a flaw. In fact, it’s what makes you who you are, Kira.”

I gave him a grateful glance, the support and understanding in his eyes sending warmth through me. Then I turned back to my mother: “What exactly did the William family require?”

Mother elaborated on how the William family valued tradition and obedience, how they prioritized blood purity and pack rules. She described how Kim perfectly fit into that environment, how she was seen as an ideal mate and future pack mother, while I would have ‘disrupted the order,” challenging traditions.

As I listened to her explanation, I gradually understood the complete picture. It wasn’t that my mother didn’t love me–I just didn’t fit into her chosen new lifestyle and the William family’s expectations. This realization was both painful and strangely liberating.

This emotionally charged conversation left me feeling deeply exhausted, and not just physically, I noticed the red rims around my mother’s eyes and Rocco still wearing his dirt–covered clothes from the ruins, stained with dust and blood. Andy’s gentle touch on my shoulder reminded me of everything I’d experienced today–the escape from the collapsing building, the confrontation with Lyra, and now

this emotional storm.

The emotional release left me suddenly feeling drained. We all needed rest before facing the threats Ethan and Lyra presented.

Today has been long enough,” I sighed deeply. “I think we all need to rest.”

Andy softly agreed: “With clear heads tomorrow, we can better plan how to deal with Ethan and Lyra.”

Though Mother looked like she wanted to object, seeming to have more to say, she eventually nodded in agreement: “I admit I’m tired too… this day has been far more complicated than I expected.”

Rocco approached from the window, maintaining a respectful distance, his voice sincere: “Let’s arrange guest rooms for everyone. We can continue our discussion in the morning.”