Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

I shook my head, instinctively stepping backward as Rocco moved closer. “If that’s true, it’s awful. But I never believed—”

“He cut her open with a silver blade.” His voice cracked, trembling with pain. “The autopsy revealed silver particles embedded in her wounds. She endured so much, Kira. My little sister suffered horribly.”

As he spoke, a chilling sight caught my eye. His fingers were lengthening unnaturally, his nails sharpening into deadly claws. He was transforming, partially shifting—a sign that he had lost control completely.

“Rocco, you have to calm down—” I tried to reason, but my back met the cold wall behind me. I had nowhere left to retreat.

“Maybe we should visit Lyra together.” His clawed hand suddenly lunged forward, wrapping tightly around my throat. “Let me take you to her. Perhaps then you’ll finally understand.”

I struggled to breathe. His grip was ironclad, and dark spots began to flicker before my eyes.

“I was going to let you live out our last week in peace.” His face was mere inches from mine, his voice low and guttural, like a growl. “But maybe this is better.”

Panic surged through me, fueling a desperate strength I didn’t know I possessed. I clawed at his hand, trying to pry it loose. Then, sharp agony exploded in my chest—the familiar, terrifying pain of my heart seizing. The syndrome was flaring up under the intense stress.

A warm, sticky liquid seeped down my chest, soaking through my white blouse. Blood. My blood.

Rocco’s eyes widened in shock as he noticed the crimson stain spreading across my shirt. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his expression—confusion, disbelief, maybe even a glimmer of clarity. His grip slackened slightly.

Without hesitation, I shoved him with all my remaining strength and bolted.

My legs carried me through the house and out the back door. The cool night air slapped against my face, but I didn’t dare slow down. Behind me, I heard a chilling howl that made my skin crawl. He was shifting fully now.

I dove behind a massive oak tree at the edge of the property, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. The blood was flowing faster, soaking through my clothes. I pressed my hand hard against the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding.

Through the shadows of the trees, I spotted him—a huge black wolf, his coat shimmering in the pale moonlight. He sniffed the air, searching for me. Holding my breath, I pressed myself flat against the rough bark.

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