Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235

I raised an eyebrow. “Even when it makes me difficult?”

*Especially then. His smile was warm. “You know, I understand more than you might think. I struggled to find my place too.”

“Really? I turned to face him fully.

Andy nodded, his expression growing more serious. “When I was younger, I didn’t fit in with the traditional werewolf community. I was too intellectual, too questioning. I spent years in human society, trying to find somewhere I belonged.”

“What changed?”

“I found the organization. People who valued my mind, my different perspective.” His eyes met mine. “Sometimes our greatest strengths are the very things others try to diminish in us.”

The moonlight caught in his hair, turning the edges silver. I hadn’t realized how close we were standing until I noticed the flecks of gold in his brown eyes.

“You know what I see when I look at you, Kira?” His voice had dropped lower, almost intimate.

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Courage. Even in your darkest moments, you choose to stand up and fight.”

I felt a flush creeping up my neck. “Courage? I’ve felt nothing but weakness, especially around Rocco.”

Andy shook his head. “Allowing yourself to be vulnerable takes enormous courage. You never hide from the truth, no matter how painful.”

Something shifted in my chest–a warmth spreading through me. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen. Not as the person someone wanted me to be, but as who I actually was.

“Since we met,” Andy continued, his voice gentle, “I’ve been drawn to you. Not just because of your beauty, but because of your inner strength, your kindness.”

My pulse quickened. “Even knowing about Rocco? Even knowing my wolf is gone?”

Andy’s smile was tender. “I love you, Kira. Not your wolf, not your status. Just you.”

The space between us seemed to shrink. Part of me worried I wasn’t ready, that it was too soon after everything with Rocco. But another part of me, one that had been silent for too long, yearned for Andy’s warmth.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I nodded slightly. “Yes…”

A slight noise from the doorway broke the moment. I opened my eyes and looked over Andy’s shoulder to see Rocco standing there, his expression a mix of shock and hurt.

Time seemed to freeze. None of us moved or spoke. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Before either Andy or I could say anything, Rocco turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Andy and I pulled apart, both looking somewhat embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” Andy asked, concern evident in his voice. “Do you want me to go talk to him?”

I shook my head, surprised by my own reaction. “No, let him go. To be honest, I don’t owe him any explanations.”

The realization felt strangely liberating. For the first time in months, I wasn’t consumed by guilt or worried about Rocco’s feelings. I was making a choice for myself, and it felt right.