Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 28

28 /270

Chapter 28

Kira’s Perspective

Tears, hot and relentless, blurred my vision as I looked up at Rocco. His face was a tempest of emotions I struggled to unravel. Those once warm, piercing blue eyes that used to hold nothing but love now reflected something far more complicated—was it confusion? Regret? Or something darker? I couldn’t quite grasp it anymore.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice breaking under the weight of despair. Around us, the files about my father were strewn like fragments of a shattered past, remnants of a truth that had exploded and destroyed everything I once believed in. My chest felt hollow, each breath sharp and painful as the harsh reality settled deep within me. There was no mending what was broken between us.

No future existed where Rocco and I could stand side by side without this venom poisoning every moment we shared.

He took a hesitant step closer, reaching out his hand toward me. I recoiled instinctively, but he persisted, his fingers brushing gently against my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even noticed falling. The tenderness of his touch contradicted the storm raging in his eyes.

“Don’t love me, Kira,” he murmured softly, his voice rough with emotion. “Hate me. It’s easier that way. I betrayed you.”

I looked up at him, confused by the softness in his gesture that clashed so deeply with his harsh words. For a fleeting instant, I felt the fragile thread that had once bound us—a connection invisible to others but unbreakable to us, even before our marking ceremony. Inside me, my wolf stirred, recognizing her mate despite everything that had come between us.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, barely audible. “One moment you’re so cruel, and the next…”

He let his hand fall and stepped back, his expression hardening once more. Without another word, he turned and left the study, leaving me alone amid the ruins of our broken lives.

I slid down to the floor, my back resting against the cold bookshelf. I couldn’t keep living caught between what we had been and what we had become. The thought crystallized clearly in my mind: as long as I lived, Rocco would remain trapped in this endless cycle of love and hate. He couldn’t let me go, yet he couldn’t forgive me for being my father’s daughter.