Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Kira’s Perspective

I was only ten when my mother made the heartbreaking decision to walk away from us.

It was my father’s birthday, and I had spent the entire morning helping our pack’s Beta transform the living room. Silver and blue streamers—Dad’s favorite colors—hung delicately from the ceiling. My small fingers had carefully wrapped his present: a leather journal I’d painstakingly saved for over several months to buy.

“Daddy’s going to love this,” I whispered excitedly to Kim, my identical twin, as we worked side by side setting the table.

But when night fell, instead of the joyful celebration I had imagined, I found myself chasing after my mother’s retreating silhouette across the driveway. My bare feet slapped against the cold, unforgiving concrete, each step echoing my desperation.

“Mommy, please don’t leave!” I cried out, my voice cracking as my lungs burned from the effort. “I’ll be good! I promise! I’ll clean my room every single day!”

Vanessa Hoggins—once Vanessa Silverstone—paused and turned, her eyes reflecting the silvery moonlight like distant stars. She knelt down beside her sleek designer suitcase.

“Kiki,” she said softly, using the nickname she’d given me as a child, “this isn’t about you being good or bad. I just can’t breathe in this pack anymore. I’ve found something real—true happiness and love.”

“But Daddy loves you! We all love you!” I sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks.

She gently stroked my hair one last time. “Your father is a good man,” she whispered, “but I was never meant to be just a Silverstone Luna.”

Over her shoulder, I spotted a black SUV waiting silently. A man I didn’t recognize stood beside it, and next to him was Kim. My sister wouldn’t meet my eyes as our mother took her hand.

“Why is Kim going? Take me too!” I pleaded, reaching out toward my sister, but my mother gently pushed me back.

“Stay with your father, Kira. He needs you.”

I stood frozen, disbelief rooting me to the spot, as my mother led Kim toward the waiting car. The strange wolf man opened the door for them, and just like that, half of my family disappeared into the night.

I ran after them until my feet bled, collapsing finally on the dirt at the edge of our property as the taillights faded around the bend.

It wasn’t until I was much older that I truly understood what had happened—that my mother had abandoned our pack and left me behind.

But she had taken Kim.

Two decades later, I found myself standing in my mother’s beautifully furnished living room, my throat parched and dry as desert sand. My feet felt heavy, as if shackled by invisible silver chains—the very metal that weakened our kind.

“Sit down, Kira,” Vanessa invited, patting the cream-colored sofa beside her. Her voice was soft and refined, a stark contrast to the screaming matches I remembered from my childhood. “I’m glad you came. I’ve thought about visiting you ever since I returned home.”

“Mom,” I said, the word catching painfully in my throat. It came out small and choked.

“I’m here because of Dad,” I continued, swallowing hard. “I need money. He’s in a coma—poisoned by wolfbane.”

“Oh, of course I can help,” she replied without hesitation. “Family is family, no matter what happened between us.”

Relief lifted the weight from my shoulders. For the first time in months, a flicker of hope sparked within me.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” she asked kindly.

Before I could answer, a familiar voice sliced through the quiet.

“How desperate are you for cash that you’re begging my mother?”

Kim stood in the doorway, her designer handbag swinging from one arm, her expression a mixture of surprise and disdain. Behind her—my heart stuttering painfully—stood Rocco, his face an unreadable mask as he took in the scene.

“Kim,” my mother greeted cheerfully, “I didn’t expect you two back so soon. How was the appointment?”

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