Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The proof against him felt overwhelming. It was possible that Dad had been with her that night, that he had ended her life, and then concealed her body inside that suitcase.

“Kira, don’t cry,” my father used to say when I was a child. “I will never abandon you. You’re my little wolf pup.”

Tears slipped down and blurred Lyra’s photograph, smudging her joyful smile into something unrecognizable. Suddenly, Rocco’s bitterness made sense to me. Now I understood why he had singled me out. He truly believed my father was guilty, and in his eyes, I was tainted just by being his daughter.

“Your father was a good man to you,” Rocco confessed, lowering himself to meet my gaze. “But as an Alpha… he was a disgrace. Beneath that generous exterior was a heart that betrayed every sacred werewolf custom.”

His hand gently cupped my cheek, the coolness of his palm contrasting sharply with my burning skin. His smile was twisted, almost cruel. “You meant everything to me once. When I marked you, it was sincere. But because you carry his blood… the deeper my love ran, the deeper my hatred grew.”

A shiver ran through me, uncontrollable and fierce. As my eyes returned to Lyra’s picture, a dreadful realization took hold. She had been carrying a child when she died. And I… I had been pregnant too. The timing of everything was haunting.

“The pup…” My voice cracked under the weight of the truth. “But what about our pup? It’s innocent. What wrong did it ever do?”

“What wrong did my sister commit?” Rocco’s eyes burned with a dangerous fire. “Wasn’t her unborn pup innocent as well?”

I wanted to scream that it wasn’t the same—that maybe my father hadn’t done what Rocco claimed. But the words caught in my throat, swallowed by the crushing weight of doubt. I no longer knew what to believe.

“I understand your pain—” I began, my hold on myself weakening.

I sank to my knees, my thoughts swirling uncontrollably. Rocco’s anguish was raw, undeniable.

“I won’t pretend to know exactly what you felt,” I whispered. “Losing Lyra that way… it’s unimaginable. But I’ve lost too, Rocco. I lost my pup—our pup. I’ve lost my health. And now, I might lose my father without ever hearing his side of the story.”

Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. “Revenge has already taken so much from both of us. The Silverstone pack has fallen. My father lies comatose. Our child is gone. How much more pain must we endure before it’s enough? Can’t we stop tearing each other apart?”

Rocco trembled at my words, a storm of conflicting emotions flickering in his eyes. For a long moment, he remained silent. Then, lifting his head, his bloodshot eyes met mine.

His rough fingers traced the curve of my cheek gently, as if seeking some fragile connection amidst the chaos.