Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Kira’s Perspective

“So, at least thank you for that,” I said, my voice steady but laced with a sharp edge. “The old Kira was fragile. This one isn’t.”

Rocco’s jaw clenched tightly, a subtle muscle twitching beneath his flawless skin. His dark eyes narrowed, flashing with a dangerous intensity. Yet, before he could retort, Chris stepped forward, clutching his clipboard tightly against his chest as if it were a shield.

“Alpha Blackwood,” Chris began, forcing a professional smile, his tone deliberately light, “we’re all relieved to see Ms. Silverstone’s health improving. The test results are quite encouraging.”

A bitter laugh bubbled up from deep within me. Encouraging? My blood work might have looked normal on paper, but I could feel the Bondbreak Syndrome gnawing at me relentlessly from inside—the cruel disease Lucas had confirmed weeks ago. No matter what these tests claimed, they were either wrong or, worse, deliberately doctored.

Rocco’s gaze remained fixed on me, completely dismissing Chris’s attempt to ease the tension in the room.

“You’d better watch yourself,” he warned coldly. “I won’t put up with any more of your theatrics.”

My hands trembled uncontrollably. The nerve of him—after everything he’d done. Betraying me with my own sister, letting our pup die, tormenting me mentally for months—and now standing there, accusing me of faking my illness just for attention?

“Go to hell,” I spat fiercely. Grabbing the bowl of bitter werewolf herbal soup from my bedside table, I hurled it straight at his face.

The bowl sailed through the air, its contents splattering across his immaculate charcoal suit. Dark green liquid dripped down his pristine white shirt and designer tie, staining the expensive fabric. The room fell into a suffocating silence.

“Ms. Silverstone!” Chris gasped, his eyes wide with shock.

Rocco glanced down at his ruined clothes, his expression darkening with each passing second. When he lifted his eyes back to mine, they were icy enough to freeze my very soul. Slowly, deliberately, he started moving toward my bed.

“Blackwood sir,” Chris stepped between us, his voice steady despite the anxiety I could almost taste in the air, “she’s not in a state to handle emotional distress right now. Remember what we discussed about her condition.”

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