Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Kira’s Perspective

A sudden, sharp knock echoed through my apartment, making me startle. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially not at this early hour. My heart pounded in my chest as I cautiously moved toward the door, my mind racing with thoughts—could it be Noah, back with new information about Fiona’s child?

When I swung the door open, my breath caught, and my pulse quickened. There, standing in the narrow hallway, was Rocco Blackwood. He looked every bit the commanding Alpha, dressed impeccably in a dark, tailored suit that hugged his broad frame. His crimson tie, the color of fresh blood, was knotted with perfect precision at his throat. His golden hair was slicked back neatly, revealing those intense blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, as if he could read my very soul.

“Good morning, Kira,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “I’m here to take you to work.”

I blinked, confused. “What?”

That familiar, unsettling smile tugged at the corners of his lips—one that never quite reached those cold eyes. “You’re my secretary now. I’ll be picking you up each morning and dropping you off every evening.”

The meaning was unmistakable—he wanted full control over my movements. Since my recent attempt to escape and the investigations that followed, he wasn’t willing to take any risks. I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the sudden rush of anxiety that bubbled up inside me.

“That’s… not necessary,” I said, my voice barely steady.

“It’s not a request.” His tone remained courteous, but the underlying steel was impossible to miss.

I thought about protesting but quickly realized it would be futile. This was just another way for him to keep me under his watchful gaze. And arguing now would only raise his suspicions.

“Fine. Give me five minutes,” I conceded.

I stepped back inside, closing the door a little too forcefully. My hands trembled slightly as I grabbed my bag and the notes I’d been preparing for the Luna Shadow campaign. The apartment felt suddenly too small, too confining.

When I reemerged, Rocco was casually leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to his phone. He glanced up as I locked the door behind me.

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