Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 62

“The Alpha’s office is this way,” Dominic murmured softly, pulling me out of my swirling thoughts.

Around us, the secretaries kept their heads bowed, fully engrossed in their tasks. Perhaps I was just imagining things—paranoia creeping in. The woman wearing glasses appeared utterly ordinary now, nothing to raise suspicion.

The door to Rocco’s office stood slightly open. Through the gap, I caught sight of him, absorbed in reviewing some documents, his focus unbroken. Carefully, I set the food container on his desk, but he didn’t even glance up to acknowledge me.

The stillness in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Our bond, once so strong, now barely whispered between us—I couldn’t read his thoughts anymore. Yet, judging by the absence of violence earlier that morning, I felt certain he wouldn’t harm me here, within the walls of his professional sanctuary. That thought gave me the courage to step closer.

I circled around his desk, preparing to speak, but then something caught my eye—something that froze the blood in my veins. On the nape of his neck was a fresh marking preparation, the unmistakable design used before applying a permanent mating mark. A mark reserved only for a Luna.

My heart lurched violently, as if it stopped then started racing uncontrollably. A wave of nausea crashed over me so fiercely I had to fight down the bitter taste rising in my throat. The ache in my chest deepened until it felt like I couldn’t draw a full breath. He was really going to do it. He was going to claim Kim as his permanent Luna.

Without thinking, my hand reached out and grasped the heavy crystal ashtray sitting on his desk. The cool weight settled satisfyingly in my palm. Before reason could intervene, I was lifting it, ready to strike him with everything I had left.

Just one blow to the back of Rocco’s head—then it would be over. He sat there, utterly unaware, engrossed in paperwork with his back turned to me. The marking on his neck seemed to mock me, a vivid, cruel reminder that he was preparing to bind my twin sister to himself forever.

But then, what? If I attacked him now, I’d lose my chance to uncover the truth—who really poisoned my father, the secrets surrounding Lyra. The questions that haunted me would remain unanswered.

Slowly, I let the ashtray fall back onto the desk, barely making a sound. My heart pounded fiercely as memories of our bonding ceremony flooded my mind—the cold winter moonlight casting a silver glow over us, his gentle hands holding mine, the whispered promises he pressed against my skin. Then the unbearable sorrow of losing our pup, the hollow emptiness that never quite left my chest.

Tears welled up, genuine and unwelcome. I blinked them back, letting them shimmer but refusing to fall.

“We were blessed by the Moon Goddess once,” I whispered, my voice soft yet unwavering.

Rocco’s shoulders stiffened. He turned slowly, suspicion sharpening his narrowed eyes.

“What’s this about, Kira?” His tone was cautious, leaning back in his chair, studying me like I was some complex contract with hidden clauses.

I held his gaze firmly, letting him see the tears I usually hid away. “I know a lot has happened between us,” I said carefully, choosing each word with precision. “But I’ve been thinking about your offer.”

His expression remained guarded, yet I caught a flicker—surprise, maybe even guilt—in those cold blue eyes.

“Stay with me,” he said after a long pause. “I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded faintly, fighting the bitter urge to laugh at his idea of “care.” Instead, I hesitated, then stepped forward to lean against his chest. I felt him tense beneath my touch.

“Thank you,” I whispered, hating myself for playing this game, for how my body still recognized the scent that once meant safety.

We stood like that for several uneasy minutes. I could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek, strong and unyielding. His hands stayed at his sides, not reaching to hold me. Though we were separated by mere millimeters, the distance felt endless.

When we finally pulled apart, I caught the wariness in his eyes. My sudden change in demeanor after weeks of hostility had clearly put him on edge. Good. Let him wonder.

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