Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Kira’s Perspective

“Wait!” I shouted desperately as Rocco’s sleek black SUV began to pull away from the curb. “I need the money—”

My legs acted on their own, moving before my mind could process what was happening. I lunged forward, stumbling after the vehicle that was slipping further and further away—my last hope to save my father fading with every second. My heart pounded violently in my chest, each beat a sharp stab of pain that echoed through my entire body.

Divorce would be a mercy. But mercy was the last thing I felt.

His chilling words reverberated in my mind as I pushed my trembling body onward. I needed that divorce finalized. I needed the money he had promised. Most of all, my father needed it.

“Rocco!” I called, my voice cracking under the weight of desperation. My knees gave out beneath me, and I fell hard onto the cold, unforgiving pavement. The impact sent a jolt through my bones, but I forced myself up again, staggering forward a few more shaky steps before collapsing once more.

God, I’m so weak. This Bondbreak Syndrome is killing me.

Suddenly, the SUV’s brake lights flared red, casting a harsh glow on the icy night air, illuminating the frantic clouds of my breath. A flicker of hope surged in my chest. The vehicle stopped, and the back door swung open.

A pair of expensive black leather boots hit the pavement with a firm thud, halting just inches from my face. His familiar scent washed over me—moongrass and cedarwood, mingled with that unmistakable Alpha musk that once made me feel safe. Now it only churned my stomach with nausea.

“Rocco,” I whispered, reaching out toward him.

For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw his hand inch toward mine. Then, without warning, he stepped back—cold, deliberate—letting me fall face-first onto the rough concrete once again.

“Shit!” I gasped, my palms scraping painfully against the pavement. Blood welled from the wounds, but instead of healing as they should, ugly gray lines spread outward from the cuts. My stomach twisted in horror at the sight—a cruel reminder that my wolf was dying.

I lifted my gaze to the man I had once called my mate. His face was half-shrouded in shadow, but the icy hardness in his eyes was unmistakable. This wasn’t the Rocco who had stayed awake all night when I’d cut my finger on a kitchen knife, the man who had practically carried me to the medical center over a paper cut because “infection could set in.”

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice sliced through the night air like a blade. “Last full moon, you ran ten miles without breaking a sweat. Now you can barely manage ten steps? Your acting skills are improving, Kira.”

“I’m not,” I gasped, trying to push myself up once more. “I’m sick, Rocco.”

“Sick?” He barked out a laugh that made me flinch. “Werewolves don’t get sick. Two faces—one in public, one in private—just like your father.”

His accusation ignited a fierce rage inside me, burning away the pain, even if only for a moment. “My father is an honorable Alpha!” I shouted, my voice stronger than I expected. “He never hurt any werewolf!”

Rocco’s jaw clenched tightly. Without a word, he pulled out his checkbook, deliberately scribbling a number with slow precision.

“Repeat after me,” he said, holding the check just out of my reach. “Derek Silverstone is a hypocrite.”

“What?” I stared at him, disbelief flooding my mind. “No!”

“Say it, and the money is yours.” His eyes glittered coldly beneath the moonlight. “Derek Silverstone is a hypocrite who deserves to die.”

Fuck you. FUCK YOU!

Something inside me snapped. I lunged forward, swinging my arm to slap that smug expression off his face, but he caught my wrist midair with humiliating ease. We struggled for a moment, my bloodied palm pressing against his immaculate white shirt, leaving a stark crimson handprint right over where his heart should be—if he still had one.

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

His lip curled in disgust. “You won’t say it? Then he can die with wolfbane in his veins.”

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