Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 83

I fixed my gaze on the invitation clutched in my mother’s hand, a wave of nausea rising uncomfortably in my throat. Did she really expect me to show up at their engagement party? To offer my blessings to the sister who had stolen the man I loved? My fingers trembled slightly, fueled by simmering anger, yet I forced my voice to remain steady and controlled.

“Why on earth would I bless them?” I asked, my tone icy and sharp. “Kim is the reason I’m in this state today.”

Vanessa let out a quiet sigh, setting the invitation down on my coffee table with deliberate care before settling onto my sofa as if she owned the place. Her movements were always so precise, so composed—she never lost her poise, even when tensions ran high.

“Kim didn’t steal anyone, Kira,” she said with that familiar, lecturing tone she always used. “Rocco chose her. That’s the reality you need to accept.”

I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. “Seriously? She knew Rocco and I were bonded, marked for each other, and she chased him anyway. Is that the ‘sisterly love’ you taught her?”

Vanessa’s voice sharpened. “Don’t twist the facts. Kim simply saw an opportunity and took it. Your marking was already unstable. That’s not her fault.”

A bitter laugh almost escaped me. Of course, in Vanessa’s eyes, Kim would always be the perfect daughter, while I remained the troublemaker. A familiar sting of bitterness spread through my chest. For years, I had desperately sought my mother’s approval, only now realizing a cruel truth: no matter what I did, I would never measure up to Kim in her eyes.

“I get it now,” I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “What story did Kim spin to convince you that everything was my fault?”

Vanessa’s expression hardened defensively. “Nobody said this was your fault, Kira. Life just happens sometimes. Things don’t always work out the way we want.”

I deliberately used her full name. “Luna Hoggins, your generosity knows no bounds. Have you ever thought about doing charity work for the wolf pack? I’m sure plenty of abandoned cubs could benefit from your ‘selfless’ care.”

My words cut deep, but Vanessa seemed more irritated than hurt. Her eyes flashed with annoyance before quickly slipping back into that mask of feigned concern.

“I sincerely invited you to their engagement ceremony. Why are you still clinging to this attitude?” she countered. “Why can’t you consider other people’s feelings for once?”

Every word she spoke felt like silver dust being ground into my wounds. The ache of my Bondbreak Syndrome flared in my chest, but now the pain was more psychological than physical. Watching her defend Kim so fervently, I realized the harsh truth: Kim had won completely—not just capturing the Alpha, but also securing our mother’s unwavering support and love.

“Let me ask you something,” I said suddenly, my voice eerily calm and steady. “If Kim and I were both in mortal danger, and only one could survive, who would you choose?”

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Vanessa looked taken aback by my blunt question, her lips parting slightly as she searched for the right words.

“You, of course,” she finally said. “You’re my daughter. Everything I do is for your own good.”

Her words were what a mother was supposed to say, but the frantic, uneven rhythm of her heartbeat told a different story—a frantic lie my werewolf hearing caught with painful clarity.

“You might think my words are harsh,” she added, softening her tone, “but I truly want you to get over Rocco. Accepting reality is the best thing for you.”

“Enough.” I stood abruptly, unwilling to endure any more of her hollow concern. “Kim and I can only coexist by staying as far apart as possible. I hope this is the last time I see you.”

I treated her with the coldest demeanor I could muster, as if she were just an ordinary stranger rather than my own mother. Vanessa looked stunned by my sudden chill, only able to sigh before placing an elegantly wrapped gift on my dining table.

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