Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Kira’s Perspective

“Let’s strike a deal, Kira,” Rocco said, his tone unnervingly composed after the fierce kiss he had just pressed upon me.

“Stay by my side, and I’ll cease my vendetta against the Silverstone family,” he declared with chilling calmness.

I frowned, confusion briefly clouding my fury. “Stay with you? What exactly do you mean by that?”

His face remained unreadable, those icy blue eyes as cold and unyielding as a winter storm. “Aside from Luna’s title and the mark, I can offer you anything you desire. Protection, resources—you’d have the full backing of the pack.”

My mind reeled. He wanted me to become his mistress while Kim took my rightful place as Luna. The sheer, brazen audacity of his proposal set my skin aflame with anger. Heat surged up my neck, coloring my cheeks with burning rage.

“Are you serious?” I barely managed to choke out, my voice trembling with disbelief. “You want me to just… what? Fade into the background while she parades around as your Luna? Forever marked as yours?”

His gaze sharpened, narrowing slightly. “I’m saying I can provide whatever you need,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. “Within reason.”

My hand shot out, grasping the cool ceramic base of the bedside lamp. The fury inside me felt alive, clawing at my chest, demanding release.

“I’d rather die of heartbreak than be your mistress!” I screamed, swinging the lamp with all the force I could muster toward his head. “You fucking traitor!”

With infuriating ease, he dodged, and the lamp shattered against the wall behind him. Ceramic shards scattered across the polished hardwood floor, but I didn’t care about the mess.

He stared at me for a long, tense moment, jaw clenched so tightly I could see a muscle twitching. Then, without another word, he grabbed his charcoal-gray custom suit and stormed out. The door slammed with such force the entire house seemed to tremble.

As soon as he left, all my strength drained away. I slid down to the floor, trembling from a mixture of rage and the cruel effects of my illness. The Bondbreak Syndrome sent waves of searing pain through my chest, as if molten metal had been poured into my lungs. I gasped for air, curling into myself and hugging my knees as tears finally spilled down my face.

“Well done, Kira,” I whispered bitterly, running shaky fingers through my tangled hair. “You just pushed away your only source of information.”

Sure, he deserved that lamp to the head and worse, but what had my outburst achieved? Nothing, except making me feel even more powerless.

I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying desperately to hold back the tears. Damn it—I hated crying. I hated that he could still make me feel this way, as if my heart was being wrenched from my chest. I hated that some small, pathetic part of me still remembered what it was like when he loved me.

Yet something nagged at me. Why would Rocco admit to ruining my family financially but deny poisoning my father? It would have been easier for him to claim responsibility for both. Maybe… just maybe, he was telling the truth about that part. If someone else had poisoned my father, that might explain why Rocco hadn’t been able to secure proper treatment for him, despite having all the resources at his disposal.