Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 51

I saved his number into my phone, and he accompanied me back to my room so I could finish the discharge paperwork. Just as I was slipping into my street clothes, Harper came back.

“You’re really checking out?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you absolutely sure that’s the right move?”

“I can’t stay here,” I replied, pulling a sweater over my head. “Not when I know someone on the staff is working against me.”

The drive back to my apartment was heavy with silence. I gazed out the window, my mind swirling like leaves caught in a fierce autumn wind.

“It has to be someone inside the medical center,” I finally broke the quiet. “Only werewolf medical personnel would know how to sabotage the security system so precisely.”

Harper nodded, her eyes fixed intently on the road ahead. “But why? What could they possibly gain by hiding your condition?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, pressing my forehead against the cool glass of the car window. “Maybe it’s connected to my father’s case. Maybe someone wants me to think I’m losing my mind.” I let out a long sigh. “The center employs hundreds of people. Our only real lead is that surveillance footage, if Noah’s tech team can manage to recover it.”

Harper glanced over at me. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

I didn’t need to ask who she meant. Rocco’s face flashed through my mind—the cold fury burning in his eyes as he stormed out of my hospital room, the way his jaw had clenched tight when I’d thrown that bowl at him. Part of me wished I could throw something much heavier.

“I just want him out of my life,” I whispered, though even I wasn’t sure I believed my own words.

Once we got back to my apartment, Harper helped me get settled in. She made me some soup, and only left reluctantly after I promised to call if I needed anything. As evening deepened outside, I found myself alone with my swirling thoughts and the persistent ache pressing against my chest.

Just after sunset, the doorbell rang. Peering through the peephole, I saw Lucas standing in the hallway, his expression grim and serious. I opened the door, surprised to see him.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“He’s living in the human world now. He left the werewolf medical community years ago after a dispute with the Alphas,” Lucas explained, his expression turning serious. “Ian is the neurological expert I told you about—the one who could possibly wake your father from the wolfsbane coma.”

My heart pounded painfully in my chest. “You found the doctor who could save my father?”

“He has a seventy percent success rate with cases like Derek’s. He’s the best in the field,” Lucas said, hesitating for a moment. “But he refuses to return to werewolf territory. He says he’ll never work under Alpha jurisdiction again.”

I turned away, staring blankly at the wall. The thought of my father waking up, healthy and whole again, was almost too much to bear. He could finally tell his side of the story about Lyra. Maybe clear his name once and for all. But leaving werewolf territory meant cutting myself off from everything familiar—possibly burning bridges that could never be rebuilt.

“Maybe, Lucas,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “But I’m not sure yet. Leaving like this… it’s a lot to take in.”

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he replied gently, though I could hear the urgency beneath his calm tone. “But think about it. Rocco’s behavior is becoming more unpredictable by the day.”