Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“I understand why he feels so guilty and worried about his sister,” I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing either.”

Harper leaned forward, her eyes sharp and voice filled with urgency. “Kira, you can’t justify his awful behavior just because he’s hurting too. That’s no excuse!”

Her words hung in the air, and I fell silent. Deep down, I knew she was right, but the tangled emotions I still harbored for Rocco made it impossible to simply let go. After a long pause, I finally confessed, “I need more time. Time is the only thing that can heal these wounds.”

“But time isn’t on your side anymore,” Harper whispered, so quietly I almost missed it.

The room grew heavy with silence once again, each of us lost in our own troubled thoughts. After a while, Harper’s curiosity broke through. “How’s the herbal treatment going?” she asked gently.

I took a deep breath and described the ordeal. “It’s like someone is slowly draining the wolf out of me,” I explained, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. “Every part of me aches—my muscles scream, my bones feel like they’re breaking. I can’t even manage the simplest shifts without pain.”

Harper’s eyes softened. “And your father? How is he?”

“Still in a coma at the hospital,” I replied, my voice faltering. “The treatment is giving me a chance—maybe to clear his name before…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the thought.

Without a word, Harper moved closer, sitting beside me on the couch. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, and I felt her tears dampen my shoulder. “I’m here for you. Until the very end.”

Her quiet support made my heart ache. “You must have endured so much pain,” she said softly, her voice muffled against my back. “I’m sorry I didn’t know before. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to have a werewolf bond shattered.”

I leaned back into her embrace, grateful beyond words for her presence. After a moment, she gently pulled away, her face serious and thoughtful.

That night, sleep eluded me. In my dreams, Rocco appeared in his wolf form, his massive paws tightening around my throat, choking the breath from me. I woke up gasping multiple times, heart pounding, only to fall back into the same terrifying nightmare. The last time I stirred, dawn was breaking, the moon fading from view outside my window.

I traced my fingers lightly over my throat where the dream-Rocco had gripped me. Even if our lives couldn’t be intertwined anymore, I didn’t want us to be enemies.

Glancing over at Harper, who was still peacefully asleep on the other side of the bed, I quietly slipped out of the room. I washed up quickly, then stepped outside into the cold morning air.

The forest lay blanketed in pristine snow, and in the distance, the ocean rolled gently under the soft glow of the early sun. Seagulls circled overhead, their cries echoing, while the faint horn of a ship starting its journey drifted through the crisp air.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed a message to Rocco: “Let’s get divorced tonight.”