Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 96

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Kira’s POV

The cold wind howled past my ears as I tumbled from the edge of the cliff, my body hurtling down toward the shadowy abyss below. This wasn’t a rash decision born of impulse—I had surrendered. The relentless agony of Bondbreak Syndrome had hollowed me out from within, each day dragging me deeper into despair. The betrayals, the lies, the unending hurt—it was all too overwhelming to endure any longer.

Time seemed to stretch and warp as I fell. My thoughts, surprisingly lucid, cut through the haze that had clouded my mind for weeks. It was as if the very act of letting go had momentarily lifted the suffocating fog of illness. So this is how it ends, I realized with bitter irony. After months of battling the syndrome, I was choosing my own death as the final escape.

What struck me most was the eerie calm settling over me. Death would bring relief from the syndrome slowly eating me alive. No more waking to drenched pillows soaked with sweat. No more bones that felt as if they were fracturing from the inside out. No more staring at a reflection that grew gaunt and strange with each passing day.

Yet, alongside that calm, regret clung to me like a shadow. My father lay comatose in the hospital, fragile and defenseless. Harper held onto hope, waiting for me to recover, a hope I was about to abandon. Noah was still digging for answers, risking himself for truths I would never live to hear. Lucas was tirelessly seeking specialists who might save my father. I had failed them all.

Worst of all, the bastards would win. They wanted me dead, and I was handing them exactly what they desired. The thought churned my stomach with a mix of fury and shame. After everything—the pain, the betrayal, the endless fight—I was simply… giving up. Allowing them to script my ending in my own blood on those unforgiving rocks below. My chest burned with a suffocating blend of defeat and self-loathing. I had survived so much, only to become another victim, another body, another unsolved mystery.

The ground rushed up to meet me, jagged rocks sharpening into view. My heart pounded wildly, each beat possibly my last. Ten seconds? Five? My mouth was dry as dust. This was it. Game over.

“You’re really giving up? Just dying without knowing the truth?” The voice of my wolf cut sharply through the spiral of despair, filled with accusation.

It wasn’t a sound in my ears but a presence in my mind—my wolf’s voice, clear and strong, something I hadn’t heard since the disease had taken hold. She sounded disappointed, almost furious.

‘I tried everything,’ I thought back defensively, even as the seconds slipped away. ‘It was all a setup. Every time I got close to the truth, someone blocked me. Even Ethan was spying on me for them.’

“And you’re satisfied with that?” my wolf’s voice was stern, unwavering. “Letting them win? Dying with questions still unanswered?”

A tear escaped my eye, instantly swept away by the rushing wind. My heart ached at her words because she was right. “No, but what choice do I have now? I’m literally seconds from death.”

“There is one way.” My wolf’s presence took form in my mind—a silver-gray furred figure, eyes piercing and fierce, standing tall despite the disease that had weakened us both. “I can separate from you. I’ll take your dying body and the disease with me. You can live on as a human.”

“No!” The thought horrified me. “I can’t let you die for me!” My wolf had been with me since birth—my other half, my strength when I was weak.

“We were going to die anyway,” she replied with eerie calm. “The syndrome would have killed us both within weeks. This way, at least one of us survives. All I ask is that you find who did this. Avenge me. Avenge Fiona.”