Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 95

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Chapter 95

The report came swiftly from one of the Betas. “The masked figure has vanished,” he said grimly. “But it seems they planned their getaway with precision. We found tire tracks heading toward the eastern mountain road.”

I gave a curt nod, then made my way straight to the edge of the cliff. The moon cast a cold, silvery glow over the jagged rocks clinging to the cliff face, their sharp outlines stark against the inky blackness below, where the abyss swallowed everything whole.

“Immediately organize search parties,” I commanded, my voice low and heavy with restrained anguish. “Focus on the base of the cliff. I have to find her.”

One of the searchers hesitated, voice tinged with unease. “Even if it’s just a body?”

My throat tightened painfully, but I nodded firmly. “Even then. I need to know for certain.”

Kim trailed behind me, her voice trembling as she spoke of her fears and pain, but her words barely registered. They seemed distant, almost irrelevant compared to the storm raging inside me.

“Rocco, are you even listening?” she suddenly snapped, grabbing my arm with urgency. “I need your attention! I’m your Luna, and our baby might be in danger!”

I whirled to face her, irritation flashing in my eyes despite the turmoil I tried to suppress. “You’ll get medical care. Right now, I have to coordinate the search.”

I gestured to a few wolves nearby. “Take Kim back to the pack’s territory and make sure she receives a thorough examination.”

Kim protested sharply, but I had already turned away, heading back toward the cliff’s edge. There was no time to waste. I had to be part of the search myself.

I shifted again, the transformation more agonizing this time—the silver wound’s influence gnawing deeper within me. But I forced myself through the pain and led a small group of wolves down to scour the rocky terrain and tangled undergrowth beneath the cliff.

In the darkness, our eyes pierced most shadows, yet every nook and cranny demanded careful inspection. The steep, jagged rocks below were scattered with sparse bushes and loose scree. Survival from such a fall was nearly impossible.

Still, I refused to accept that Kira was gone—not without seeing proof with my own eyes.

Hours slipped past as we continued the search. The moon climbed higher, bathing the landscape in a pale, eerie light. I dismissed every suggestion to rest, obsessively scanning every corner, every conceivable place she might have landed.

Fatigue began to show on the faces of the other wolves, but no one dared voice a halt. My relentless determination drove them onward, though deep inside, fear clawed at me—fear of what we might discover.

When Dominic arrived, breathless, the first faint glow of dawn was stretching across the horizon. His expression was grim, his steps hesitant—signs that spelled nothing good.

I quickly shifted back to human form, accepting the clothes he offered. “What did you find?” I asked, my voice rough from hours of silence.

Dominic opened his mouth but seemed unable to speak. His eyes flicked away, an unusual sign of uncertainty for a wolf usually so direct and steadfast.