Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Kira’s Perspective

The sharp command “Now, Kira,” from Rocco still reverberated in my mind as I hesitated, then slowly moved away from Lucas and toward him. What else could I do? So much was at stake—my father’s medical care, Lucas’s safety—I couldn’t afford to defy Rocco, no matter how much I wanted to.

Rocco’s hand settled firmly and possessively on the small of my back, guiding me toward the sleek black car waiting nearby. Before I could voice any objection, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The fabric was rich and soft, meant to shield me from the biting night air, but instead, it felt like a heavy shroud, suffocating and cold.

Lucas remained a few steps behind, his face etched with quiet resignation. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that glance, I saw the words he couldn’t say aloud—his helplessness, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Even as a respected healer, he knew better than to confront an Alpha like Rocco directly—especially one as powerful and merciless as him.

“Good night, Kira,” Lucas said softly, his voice thick with emotion. Then, turning to Rocco, he added firmly, “Take care of her. She’s not well.” His tone hardened just a fraction. “And don’t hurt her.”

Rocco’s grip on my shoulder tightened, his fingers pressing just enough to remind me who held the power here. “I’ll decide how to handle my… I mean, Kira,” he said with a cold edge.

Lucas shook his head slightly, shoulders tense, then turned and walked away. I watched him retreat, feeling a sharp crack inside me—the loss of my last ally.

“Let’s go,” Rocco ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

About twenty minutes later, I found myself staring at a thick stack of papers inside Rocco’s limousine. The Blackwood family lawyer had appeared almost instantly, carrying the divorce settlement Rocco had prepared with meticulous care.

“You’re being awfully generous with this settlement,” I remarked, scanning the document. The compensation was more than fair—enough to cover my father’s treatment for years and secure my own future, limited as it was.

“Turn to page twelve,” Rocco instructed, his voice cold and impersonal.

I flipped through the pages until I reached the one he indicated. My heart sank as I read the new clause he had inserted: I was forbidden from forming any new bond with another werewolf. Should I break this rule, all financial support—including my father’s medical funds—would be immediately withdrawn.

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, looking up at him in disbelief.

His icy blue eyes met mine, unyielding. “I have never been more serious.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify