Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 84

Kira’s Perspective

I stared at the brief message glowing on my phone screen, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I’m Ryan.” Just three simple words, yet they sent a jolt of unease through me. My fingers hesitated, trembling slightly as they hovered over the screen. Ryan—the werewolf who had once tampered with my medical records and then disappeared without a trace—was suddenly back in contact. This couldn’t be mere coincidence.

After a moment of hesitation, I cautiously typed, “What do you want?”

His reply came almost instantly: “I have something I think you’ll find very interesting.”

I gripped my phone more tightly, my pulse quickening. “What is it?”

“Lyra Blackwood’s phone,” he responded, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. “It holds some… intriguing information. About your father. About the Blackwood family.”

I fought to keep my voice steady as I typed back, “If you really have that phone, why not just tell me what’s on it?”

“Some things are best discussed in person,” Ryan answered. “Today at three, under the old oak tree in Moonlight Park. Come alone.”

I narrowed my eyes, weighing his words carefully. The timing was suspicious—exactly the day of Rocco and Kim’s marking ceremony. And if he genuinely had Lyra’s phone, why contact me now? More importantly, how did he even get hold of it?

“Ryan, I don’t know what you’re after,” I typed slowly, “but if you truly want to help me, just tell me everything you know—right here.”

Minutes passed before his response appeared: “You don’t trust me.”

“I have no reason to,” I admitted, my fingers trembling slightly. “You falsified my medical records and then vanished. Now you show up claiming to have Lyra’s phone? It’s too convenient.”

“Not everything is as it seems, Silverstone,” his message came. “I have my reasons. If you want the truth, I can give you clues. It’s your choice.”

I shook my head, frustration bubbling inside me as I typed firmly, “I’m not coming. If you really want to help, send me the information from Lyra’s phone.”

His final message sent a chill through me: “You’ll regret this, Kira. You think you can escape the pack’s fate? No one can. They’ll find you today, no matter where you hide.”

I set my phone down on the kitchen counter, a cold wave of dread washing over me. His last words weren’t a threat—they were a warning.

Moving toward the window, I scanned the street outside my apartment carefully. The evening was quiet; no suspicious figures or cars in sight. But that didn’t mean I was safe. Ryan’s messages felt deliberate, like a trap laid with precision. And who exactly were “they”? Rocco’s pack? Or were there darker forces manipulating events from the shadows?

My heart hammered—not just from fear, but from simmering anger. Whoever was pulling the strings had chosen this day intentionally: the day my father lay in a coma, my own health deteriorating, and Rocco preparing for his marking ceremony with Kim. This was no accident.

…

Later that evening, I muttered under my breath, “Damn it,” as I picked up my phone again. I needed to tell someone about the threat looming over me. But my options were painfully limited. Lucas had fled pack territory; Noah was out of town chasing a lead; and after yesterday’s conversation, my mother was the last person I wanted to reach out to. That left only Harper.

I scrolled through my contacts, my hands trembling slightly. A sudden wave of dizziness hit me—a cruel reminder that my Bondbreak Syndrome was worsening. Blinking hard to clear my vision, I tapped what I thought was Harper’s number. The call connected, but then I saw the name flashing on the screen: Rocco.

“Shit,” I whispered, my finger hovering over the end call button, but it was too late.

I hurried to dress, grabbed my essentials, and double-checked the apartment’s security system before stepping outside. The evening air was cool but calm, and Andy’s car was parked right at the entrance. Taking a deep breath, I locked the door behind me and headed to the elevator.

The elevator descended slowly, the numbers ticking down: 5… 4… 3… 2… But instead of stopping at the lobby as expected, it continued down to B1—the underground parking garage.

“What the hell?” I muttered, unease creeping over me. Quickly, I texted Andy: “Elevator’s acting weird. Didn’t stop at lobby, going to basement.”

When the doors slid open, I pressed myself against the back wall, fingers trembling near the emergency call button. The dimly lit garage stretched out before me, shadows lurking in every corner. I held my breath, dread tightening its grip.

Suddenly, several masked figures appeared, standing just outside the elevator. My heart nearly stopped. One stepped forward, reaching toward me. Panic surged as I screamed and frantically hit the door close button—but it was too late.

“Grab her!” a rough voice barked.

I fought with all my might, struggling to call for help, but my phone was snatched from my grasp and smashed against the concrete floor, the screen shattering into pieces. They dragged me out of the elevator, and despite my desperate kicks and clawing, trying to summon my wolf’s strength, the Bondbreak Syndrome had left me too weak—I was no match for them.

“Let me go!” I screamed, but a gloved hand clamped over my mouth.

They hauled me toward a black van parked nearby. Fear overwhelmed me, and Ryan’s chilling words echoed in my mind: “They’ll find you today.” He had known this would happen.

Or worse—he was part of it.