Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Kira’s Perspective

The moon hung low and heavy in the dark sky, its pale silver glow stretching long shadows across the cold marble steps of the Moon Deity Divorce Office. I stood frozen, my fingers tightly intertwined to steady the trembling that threatened to overtake them. The night air was sharp and biting against my bare skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the hollow emptiness gnawing at my chest.

“We’re finished here. Let’s go,” Rocco said flatly, his voice stripped of any warmth as he slipped the divorce papers into the pocket of his coat.

I nodded wordlessly, the lump in my throat choking any words I might have tried to say. What could I possibly say? Three years of marriage, of building a life together, of dreams shared and promises made—all wiped away in a brief thirty-minute ceremony and a single signature. The werewolf official had avoided looking at us during the whole process, perhaps uncomfortable witnessing the severing of a bond between an Alpha and his Luna.

Once the formalities were complete, I turned to leave, each step feeling heavier than the last, as if the weight of the past three years was physically pressing down on me.

“What are your plans now?” Rocco’s voice cut through the silence, halting me mid-step.

I didn’t look back. “That’s none of your concern, Alpha.” My voice came out steadier than I felt inside, and I clung to that small shred of strength.

Three years ago, the full moon had shone just as brightly on the night we bonded. I had worn the traditional white wolf-clan dress, my hair woven with delicate moonflowers that seemed to glow under the lunar light. Rocco had gazed at me as if I were his entire world, his eyes shining with a happiness I have never seen before or since.

“I hope we never have to come to the Moon Deity temple to break our bond,” I had joked nervously, overwhelmed by the gravity of the commitment we were making.

He had taken my hands in his, his expression suddenly solemn. “Never,” he had promised, his voice filled with unwavering certainty.

“What if you betray our bond?” I had teased, though deep down I craved reassurance.

His reply was immediate and chilling: “Then drive a silver blade through my heart. The dead cannot betray.” He said it with such conviction that I believed every word.

That was just three years ago.

The sharp clack of heels against marble stepped me out of my reverie. My heart sank when I recognized the voice without turning around.

“Rocco! Congratulations!” Kim’s voice was bright, almost gleeful. “We should start planning our engagement party right away.”

I felt Rocco’s eyes burning into my back, but I refused to meet his gaze. I needed to leave with what little dignity I had left. At least grant me that.

“And we can hold the official Alpha mate ceremony at the next full moon,” Kim added loudly, completely unconcerned with keeping her voice down.

I clenched my jaw so tightly it ached.

Harper appeared beside me, slipping her arm gently around my shoulders in a protective gesture.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, though we both knew the answer.

“Never been better,” I forced a smile, though it felt brittle and false.

Harper shot a venomous glare over my shoulder. “Bastard!” she hissed under her breath.

I allowed myself one last glance at Rocco. His face was unreadable, a mask of cold indifference, but it no longer mattered. I turned away and slid into the passenger seat of Harper’s car, watching as she rolled up the window and started the engine.

Life after divorce wasn’t as unbearable as I had feared. Perhaps it was because my expectations had been so low, or maybe because anything was preferable to living in that house, feeling Rocco’s hatred burn into me every single day.

Harper visited often, bringing containers of carefully prepared food. “I added herbs to this stew,” she explained as she placed a container in my fridge. “And this one has extra protein to help with your strength.”

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