Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Kira’s Perspective

Harper’s gaze was fixed on me, her face shifting from confusion to sheer disbelief as the phrase “heart-break syndrome” lingered heavily between us. I had finally spoken the words aloud, giving voice to the painful truth I’d only ever confided in my doctor before.

“Heart-break syndrome? What kind of illness is that? I’ve never even heard of it,” Harper said, her voice trembling slightly. Her hands shook as she carefully placed her mug of tea on the table, as if trying to steady herself.

I inhaled deeply, the familiar ache pressing against my ribs where the blood had seeped through my shirt earlier that night still fresh in my mind. “It’s a rare condition that affects werewolves when the bond they share is shattered beyond repair. The emotional trauma causes our wolf to… essentially die. And when the wolf dies, the human form follows.”

Harper’s eyes grew wide, her mouth opening and closing in silent shock. I reached across the small coffee table and gently took her hand in mine.

“Harper, you need to accept this reality,” I said softly. “I’ve already gone through one round of herbal treatment. Lucas is working on improving the formula to reduce the side effects, but—”

“You can’t be serious,” Harper interrupted, pulling her hand away and rising abruptly. Her voice rose with disbelief. “This has to be some kind of cruel joke. You’re joking, right?”

I remained seated, too drained to stand. “I wish I were joking.”

“But that’s impossible! You’re so young, and werewolves are known for their incredible healing abilities. How could you possibly be facing a terminal illness?” Her voice cracked, tears welling up and spilling over as she struggled to grasp the gravity of what I’d revealed.

I motioned for her to sit back down, and after a moment’s hesitation, she did. I poured out everything—the betrayal by Rocco, the devastating loss of my pup, how those wounds combined to create the perfect storm for this rare werewolf disease. I explained how the emotional trauma had been so deep and relentless that my wolf was slowly fading away, dragging my human self down with it.

Harper’s face was streaked with tears, mascara running in thin lines down her cheeks. She gripped my hands so tightly it almost hurt. “There has to be something we can do. Some specialist, some treatment—”

“There isn’t,” I cut her off gently. “This isn’t like human cancer. No surgery, no radiation can mend a broken bond. Once this process begins, it’s almost always fatal.”

“Almost?” Harper clung to that word, a flicker of hope piercing through her despair. “So there’s a chance?”

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