Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 82

I stood rooted to the spot, refusing to yield to Rocco’s imposing presence. My heart hammered fiercely in my chest from the intensity of our earlier confrontation, yet I was determined not to let him see even a flicker of fear in me.

“Move aside, Rocco,” I said once more, my voice steadier than I thought it would be. “It’s been a long day.”

He shifted his stance, deliberately blocking my way. His gaze swept over me, lingering on the simple cream lace dress I had hastily thrown on that morning. Bathed in the pale glow of the silver moonlight, I must have looked as fragile as I felt—pale, worn, and stretched thin by the endless days spent by my father’s bedside.

“You’ve been at the medical center,” he stated, not questioning but asserting. “Every single day.”

I kept silent. What could I possibly say? Of course, I had been there. While Rocco busied himself planning a future with my sister, I was watching my own life unravel—my father trapped in a coma, my body betraying me more with each passing day.

I tried once again to step around him. “Excuse me.”

Suddenly, his hand shot out, fingers curling tightly around my wrist. The contact sent a sharp jolt through my chest—my heart spasmed painfully, the fractured bond between us flaring like an exposed nerve. I gasped, unable to mask my reaction.

“Let go of me, Blackwood,” I said, my voice strained with pain.

For a brief moment, something flickered across his face—was it concern? It didn’t seem possible. His hair was slightly tousled, his usually flawless appearance showing signs of wear. A tiredness shadowed his eyes, a vulnerability I wasn’t accustomed to witnessing.

“I don’t like not knowing where you are,” he finally admitted, his voice rough with emotion.

“That’s no longer your concern,” I said, tugging against his grip, but he held firm.

“Something’s wrong. You’re hiding something,” he insisted, nostrils flaring slightly. “I can sense it.”

God, how I despised that—how his Alpha senses could detect my anxiety, my fear. I straightened my back, forcing myself to appear strong.

“The only thing wrong here is that you’re grabbing me outside my home. Your fiancée might not appreciate that,” I warned.

His grip eased a little but didn’t release me. “I’m reconsidering the dispute between your father and my sister. If you need help—”

A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. “Help? From you?” I shook my head. “I need an Alpha who keeps his promises. Are you offering to be that for me?”

His jaw clenched tightly, eyes darkening with a dangerous gleam. The moonlight cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the predator beneath the surface.

“You stood before the Moon Goddess and swore I was the only mate you’d ever want,” I continued, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You said our souls would be bound for eternity. But you lied, didn’t you? So please, Rocco, don’t pretend you care now.”

With a sharp jerk, I freed my arm, feeling a fierce satisfaction as he finally let go. “Don’t speak to me again. My life is no longer your business.”

Before he could reply, I turned and walked away, forcing myself not to break into a run despite the pounding of my heart against my ribs. I didn’t glance back to see if he was watching.

Inside the elevator, I leaned heavily against the wall, my breath uneven. Why was he here? What did he want? After everything—after choosing Kim, after threatening me—why couldn’t he just leave me alone?

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. I stepped out, keys already in hand, only to freeze. Someone was standing directly in front of my apartment door.

My first instinct was to retreat back into the elevator, but before I could move, the figure turned.

“Kira, don’t go.”

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