Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Kira’s Perspective

The cold was unbearable—piercing through me like icy needles. The water enveloped me, numbing every inch of my skin as I submerged myself almost completely, only my nose breaking the surface. Clutching the jagged rocks at the cliff’s base, I fought to stay still despite my body trembling uncontrollably. The chill seeped into my bones, but I dared not move an inch. Not when voices were drawing nearer.

I pressed myself further into the shadow cast by an overhanging rock, grateful for the darkness that cloaked me. Without the sharp clarity of my wolf’s vision, the night was an impenetrable void, yet I could just make out three figures descending a narrow path toward the beach where my wolf’s broken form lay.

“Hurry up. We need to confirm before the others arrive,” a male voice whispered sharply.

Squinting, I strained to see better. The first figure was instantly familiar—Ethan, or Ryan, or whatever name he truly went by. The second was unmistakably Dr. Green, his white lab coat glowing faintly in the moonlight. The third figure lingered behind, face hidden beneath a mask that distorted their features. Each of them wore identical triangle-shaped pendants that caught the dim light as they moved cautiously.

My teeth chattered violently, and I clenched my jaw to keep from making a sound. Being human was a curse—I felt blind, deaf, and utterly powerless without the heightened senses of my wolf self.

They reached my wolf’s body, and a fresh wave of sorrow crashed over me. My beautiful silver-gray wolf, shattered and lifeless on the cold rocks. A part of me that was lost forever.

“Is she dead?” the masked figure asked, her voice altered but unmistakably female.

“Of course she’s dead,” Dr. Green said, kneeling beside the broken form. “Look at her condition.”

Ethan prodded the body with his foot, and fury ignited inside me. I bit down hard on my lip until the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.

“Don’t damage her any more,” the masked woman snapped sharply. “We need to be absolutely certain.”

Dr. Green began a clinical examination, searching for any sign of life. I watched in silent torment as his hands disturbed my wolf’s fur—an invasion of what should have been a sacred moment of passing.

“The fall shattered nearly all her bones,” he reported coldly. “Massive internal bleeding. Her neck is broken.”

“So it’s finally over,” the masked woman sighed, her tone tinged with disappointment. “After all this time.”

“What about Blackwood?” Ethan asked. “Are we moving forward with the rest of the plan?”

The woman shook her head. “No. We only needed her dead. He was never the target.”

Confusion flooded me. Me? The target? Not Rocco? Why?

“Rocco Blackwood is useful to us alive,” she explained. “He’ll be… more pliable after this loss.”

Dr. Green stood, brushing dirt from his pants. “Confirmed. Kira Silverstone is dead.”

The masked woman nodded with satisfaction. I longed to see her face, to identify the mastermind behind this nightmare. Who hated me so fiercely that they’d go to such lengths to end my life?

—

A distant howl sliced through the night air, sending a fresh shiver down my spine.

“Someone’s coming,” Ethan warned suddenly, alert.

“The search party,” the woman said calmly but firmly. “We need to retreat now.”

Without hesitation, the three vanished into the darkness as the howling grew louder, more urgent. I stayed perfectly still, barely daring to breathe, as the chorus of howls multiplied.

Minutes later, footsteps scrambled down the cliff path. A flashlight beam swept across the beach, and I sank deeper into the water, leaving only my eyes and nose exposed.

“Alpha! Down here!” Dominic’s voice rang out, urgent and filled with pain.

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