Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 98

Rocco’s Perspective

Sleep had abandoned me for what felt like an eternity—perhaps even longer. Since the moment I witnessed Kira’s wolf form shatter brutally against those unforgiving rocks, time had lost all significance. That haunting image played relentlessly behind my closed eyelids: her silver fur stained and tangled with blood, her bones twisted at unnatural, agonizing angles. Inside me, my wolf howled incessantly, a mournful wail of loss that no amount of willpower could silence. My office had transformed into a confining cell—maps sprawled over every inch of desk space, reports stacked precariously high, and the heavy scent of cigarette smoke hanging thick in the stale air.

Without knocking, Dominic pushed the door open, his face etched with deep concern. In his hands, he carried a tray bearing a cup of steaming tea and something that might have been food.

“Alpha, you need to eat something,” he urged gently, placing the tray on the only clear spot on my cluttered desk. “You can’t keep going like this; your body’s on the edge.”

I ignored the food, my fingers reaching instead for the warm cup. My throat felt raw, like sandpaper scraping against my dry, cracked lips. The hot tea burned as it slid down my throat, but at least it gave me the strength to speak.

“Any updates?” I rasped, my voice rough and barely recognizable even to myself.

Dominic’s expression tightened with frustration. “The elevator surveillance was completely wiped out before the ceremony started. No useful footage to go on.”

I slammed the cup down, tea splashing over my hand, but the sting barely registered.

“But,” Dominic continued cautiously, “we uncovered evidence pointing to another wolf group’s involvement in the kidnapping.”

That caught my attention sharply. My nostrils flared, instincts snapping to alert. “Which group?”

“A faction of Rogues. They all wore identical triangle-shaped pendants.”

My fingers froze on the rim of the cup. “Triangle pendants?” An image flickered in my mind—silver triangles glinting coldly in the moonlight.

“Yes. Three witnesses confirmed seeing them.”

I tried to light another cigarette, but my hands trembled too violently. Dominic stepped forward, took the lighter from me, and flicked it to life before handing the cigarette back.

“The Triads,” I muttered, exhaling smoke that tasted bitter in my mouth. “That’s what they call themselves.”

“You’re familiar with them?”

“They’re outcasts, not aligned with any legitimate wolf tribe,” I confirmed. “They reject all our laws and traditions.”

Dominic nodded grimly. “They’ve been conducting forbidden experiments and dark rituals. Five years ago, they attacked several smaller wolf settlements. They’re ruthless renegades.”

My eyes locked onto the map pinned to the wall, my wolf’s senses sharpening as the hunt ignited within me. I sifted through possible motives, desperate to understand why they would single out Kira.

“These Rogues have repeatedly challenged the authority of traditional tribes,” I said, forcing myself to rise despite my weakened state. “They particularly despise purebloods. They believe mixed blood carries greater power.”

“If this had been a random attack,” I reasoned, “they would’ve taken the guests too, not just the two women.”

“This feels like a targeted strike against our tribe,” I continued, my voice gaining strength with conviction. “But why Kira? Why her, specifically?”

I closed my eyes, conjuring her face—the small dimple that appeared when she smiled genuinely, the spark in her eyes whenever she spoke about her research.

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