Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

A 444.

Somewhere in the blurred space between waking and slipping into darkness, I thought I caught the faint sound of a sigh. Strong arms gently lifted me from the cold ground, and the familiar, earthy scent of fresh grass brushed against my senses before everything dissolved into nothingness.

The sharp sting of antiseptic was the first thing to greet me as consciousness slowly returned. My eyelids felt unbearably heavy, and I squinted against the harsh glare of fluorescent lights overhead. Hospital. Once again, I was back in a hospital room.

“You’re awake! Thank the Moon Goddess,” a voice exclaimed with relief.

Turning my head with effort, I saw a young man with sandy blond hair sitting beside my bed. Recognition took a moment to dawn—Andy Watson. He had been just a boy when I used to babysit him years ago.

“Andy?” I croaked, my voice rough and barely more than a whisper.

His face lit up with a warm smile, the tension in his features easing. “Hey, Kira. You really had me worried.”

“What happened?” I asked, though deep down I already knew. The Bondbreak Syndrome had flared again, worse than before.

“I found you unconscious near the edge of the forest,” Andy said as he poured water from a pitcher nearby. “You looked pale, and there was… blood.” He handed me the cup, his eyes filled with concern. “I brought you straight to the medical center.”

I took a small, careful sip, the cool water soothing the dryness in my throat. “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to see that. I’ve just been feeling a little off lately. Probably just overexertion.”

The lie slipped out easily. I didn’t want to burden Andy—or anyone—with the truth about my Bondbreak Syndrome. The fewer people who knew, the better.

“I actually came to the Hoggins territory to visit your father,” Andy said, shifting the conversation. “Derek was always good to me. I heard he’s still… unwell.”

A familiar sadness settled over me as I nodded. “He’s still in the wolfsbane coma. The doctors are doing everything they can, but…” My voice faltered, unable to finish the thought.

Andy gently squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry, Kira. Your dad is a good man. One of the best.”

“He really is,” I whispered.

After the doctors ran several tests and confirmed I was stable enough to leave, Andy insisted on walking me home. We followed the forest path leading to my apartment building, the afternoon sun filtering softly through the canopy of leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

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