Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Kira’s Perspective

Time seemed to stretch and slow as I caught sight of Kim’s figure teetering precariously at the top of the staircase. Our eyes locked for a brief, electric moment—a flicker of triumph sparkled in hers, accompanied by a cold, calculating gleam that confirmed my worst suspicions. She wasn’t truly losing balance. She was putting on a performance. A sick wave of revulsion twisted deep in my gut. How could she stoop so low as to manipulate not only herself but also the unborn pups growing inside her, using them as pawns in her ruthless game? Was this really my twin sister?

Despite the turmoil inside me, my body reacted before my mind could process what was happening. I lunged forward instinctively, ignoring the aching protest of my weakened muscles and the sharp stab of pain radiating through my chest. My hands grasped desperately for Kim’s shoulders as her weight threatened to pull us both down the stairs.

“Careful!” Rocco’s urgent voice rang out from below, but it was already too late.

We crashed down together, my back slamming hard against the unforgiving hardwood floor, Kim landing partially atop me. The force knocked the air from my lungs, waves of searing pain rippling through every inch of my body. For a moment, my vision blurred into bursts of light behind my eyelids as agony consumed me. My ribs felt as though they were being crushed beneath an invisible weight, each shallow breath a fresh torment.

When I finally forced my eyes open, Kim was already scrambling upright, her hand protectively cradling the swollen curve of her belly. There was no sign of fear or shock—the natural reactions one would expect after nearly tumbling down a flight of stairs. Instead, her expression twisted into a venomous snarl, sharp and accusing.

“You!” she spat venomously, backing away from me. “How could you even think of hurting me and my babies?”

I tried to speak, to explain, but the pain in my ribs made it impossible to draw in enough air. All I could do was stare at her, disbelief and heartbreak washing over me. The lie was so blatant, so meticulously crafted. In that moment, something inside me shattered—not my body, but my spirit. This woman, my own blood, my mirror image, could hate me so deeply that she’d sink this low.

Heavy footsteps approached as Rocco reached the top of the stairs. His eyes flicked coldly between Kim and me, his gaze sharp and calculating.

“Rocco,” I called out, my voice weak and trembling. “You can’t possibly—” I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to beg. “Please, Rocco, just—”

“I’ll be back later,” he cut me off coldly, not sparing me a single glance as he guided Kim down the stairs.

I remained on the floor, too battered and broken to move. But the sting of his rejection burned far deeper than the physical pain from the fall. I remembered a time when he would have been the first to rush to my side, his hands gentle as they checked me for injuries, his eyes dark with concern. Back when I was his priority, his beloved Luna. Now, I wasn’t even worth a backward glance.

Minutes dragged by in silence, the house eerily still except for the distant hum of a car engine starting and then fading away. I lay there, alone and forgotten on the cold floor of a house that once felt like home.

“Help,” I whispered weakly, my voice barely audible. “Is anyone there? Please… someone help me.”