Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Kira’s Perspective

“I’ll buy it.” The words hung heavily between us, each one dripping with a smug satisfaction that made my skin crawl.

My stomach twisted into knots as I locked eyes with my twin. Seeing Kim standing there was like staring at a distorted reflection of what I might have been—if illness hadn’t stolen my strength, if I hadn’t lost everything. Her white cashmere coat looked like it cost more than my entire car. The silver fox fur draped around her neck screamed old money, and the moonstone earrings she wore caught the light with every subtle tilt of her head, shimmering like tiny moons themselves.

“Kim.” Saying her name felt foreign, almost painful after all these years. “What are you doing here?”

“Shopping, obviously.” She smiled, her eyes—identical to mine—scanning me up and down, resting on my disheveled appearance with thinly veiled disdain. Her nostrils flared slightly as if she could smell the desperation clinging to me. I felt a sharp sting of humiliation as I realized that’s exactly what she was doing—sniffing out my weakness.

“It looks like you’re selling your bonding ring,” she said, stepping closer with a predatory gleam. “Financial troubles, huh? Daddy’s medical bills finally too much for little Kira to handle?”

“What happened to us?” I whispered, memories flooding back—building blanket forts together, sharing secrets in the dark after bedtime, clutching each other’s hands during thunderstorms. “We used to be best friends.”

For a brief moment, something flickered in her eyes—maybe regret?—but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a cold hardness.

“Life happened, sister,” she spat the word like it was poison. “Mother chose me. Father chose you. We each got exactly what we deserved.”

I clenched my fist around the ring, anger surging through me, momentarily drowning out the weakness inside. “Is that why you’re sleeping with my mate? Some twisted revenge?”

Kim laughed, sharp and cruel, the sound cutting through me like shattered glass. “Oh, you found out! Rocco was never really yours. You were just… keeping his bed warm until he found his true Luna.”

My wolf growled deep inside me, fierce despite my frailty. Fucking bitch.

“That low-purity moonstone would look better on my pet dog than on your finger,” Kim sneered, reaching for the ring. “I’ll give you five thousand for it. Consider it charity.”

“I’m not selling it to you,” I said firmly, pulling back and gripping the ring even tighter.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “You clearly need the money, and I’m being generous. You’re selling it anyway—what difference does it make who buys it?”

“I said no.” My voice surprised me with its strength. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Her flawless features twisted into anger. “Still playing the proud Silverstone, huh? Even as your family crumbles and you’re forced to pawn your jewelry. How pathetic.”

My chest tightened painfully, the syndrome flaring up with my emotions. Was this really my sister? My twin? The same girl who once cried when I scraped my knee and insisted on bandaging it herself?

“What happened to you?” I asked quietly. “You were never like this—never cruel.”

“I grew up,” she snapped. “I learned what truly matters in wolf society. Power. Status. Purity.” She looked me up and down with disdain. “Things you clearly know nothing about.”

Our argument was so intense I didn’t notice my grip loosening until the ring slipped from my fingers. It hit the polished floor with a soft clink and rolled toward the entrance.

I lunged forward, legs weak and nearly buckling beneath me—only to freeze when a pair of black crocodile leather shoes stopped the ring’s path.

No. Please, no.

My eyes slowly traveled upward—perfectly tailored black trousers, a long black wool coat, and finally… Rocco.

Time seemed to slow as I took in his figure. Rain glistened on his broad shoulders, and the moonstone pin on his lapel—his family crest—caught the fading light. His expression was cold and detached, as if I were a stranger he’d accidentally bumped into on the street.

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