Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236

Rocco’s POV

I stood frozen at the balcony door, a cup of hot tea in one hand, two sleeping pills in the other. The night air carried Kira’s scent to me, that familiar mix of vanilla and something uniquely her that even her illness couldn’t erase. I’d thought she might have trouble sleeping after today’s confrontation with her mother. I wanted to… help? Make amends? I wasn’t even sure anymore.

Then I saw them.

Under the silvery moonlight, Andy leaned in, and Kira–my Kira–tilted her face up to meet his lips. Their silhouettes merged into one against the backdrop of stars. Time slowed to a painful crawl.

My wolf howled inside me, a primal rage coursing through my veins. Mine. The word pounded in my head like a war drum. My fingers tightened around the mug until I heard the ceramic crack. Hot liquid spilled over my hand, but I barely felt it.

My first instinct was to charge forward, to tear them apart, to remind them both who Kira belonged to. The Alpha in me demanded action, retribution for this trespass on what was mine.

But I had no right. The truth hit me like a physical blow. I had no claim to her anymore. I’d forfeited that right the moment I chose revenge over her. I’d been the first to betray our bond, to lie, to manipulate. And now, watching her with someone else, I was reaping exactly what I’d sown.

“I don’t have the right to feel betrayed. I betrayed her first,” I thought bitterly, the realization cutting deeper than any wound could.

I felt something unfamiliar sting my eyes. Tears? When was the last time I’d cried? Not since Lyra died–or so I thought. The tea cup slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor with a crash that finally alerted them to my presence.

They pulled apart, turning toward the sound. Kira’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, I searched for guilt, for regret, for anything that might indicate she still cared. But there was only a calm resolution in her gaze, a certainty I hadn’t seen in years.

I couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t stand there and watch her choose someone else. I turned and walked away, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if my body understood I was walking away from the one thing I truly wanted.

The walls of the mansion closed in around me. I couldn’t breathe. The air was too thick, too still. My chest felt like it was being crushed in a vise. I needed out. Needed space. Needed to run until my lungs burned and my muscles screamed–anything to drown out the image seared into my brain.

I burst through the front doors, not bothering to close them behind me. The night air hit me like a slap, cold and clarifying. I made it to the tree line before the change took me, my emotions too volatile to maintain human form.

I tore at my clothes, ripping my jacket off and shredding my shirt in my haste. My skin burned, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf clawed its way to the surface. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest.

The transformation was violent, fueled by rage and grief. When it was complete, I stood on four legs, my black fur ruffled by the night breeze. I tilted my head back and howled a sound of pure anguish that echoed through the trees.

Then I ran.

I ran as I hadn’t run in years, pushing my body to its limits. Branches whipped past, scratching at my face and sides, but I welcomed the sting. Fallen logs and streams became mere obstacles to leap over without breaking stride. The forest blurred around me, my vision

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Chapter 236

tunneled to the path ahead.

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