The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

(Aria's POV)The afternoon sunlight poured into my apartment, softening the harsh edges of reality for the briefest moment. Sarah’s laughter filled the small kitchen as she unpacked yet another bag of honeymoon souvenirs. Her joy felt infectious, a bright counter to the constant storm inside me.But even her happiness couldn’t push away the weight of what I had to say.Every breath I took felt heavier, my heart pounding painfully in my chest.I had kept too much from Sarah, my closest friend, for far too long. I knew I couldn’t hide anymore. Not after everything that had happened—or could happen again."Sarah," I started, my voice barely above a whisper.She glanced up, her cheerful grin faltering as soon as her warm brown eyes met mine."Aria?" she asked, setting down the jar of herbs she was holding. "What’s wrong?"The concern in her tone nearly broke me. My hands trembled as I reached for the edge of the table, grounding myself as the memories surged forward like an unstopp

(Aria's POV)The low buzzing in my ears wouldn't stop. Jason’s words—casual and light yet laced with something I couldn’t place—echoed over and over in my mind.*"Darling, wait for me another half moon. I’ll return once I handle things here. The pack bonds might reveal our connection if I visit too frequently…”*My fingers stiffened against the couch cushions, the noise of the world outside my apartment fading into the background.No wolf called another “darling” unless it was something personal. And the part about “revealing a connection”? What did that mean? My stomach twisted, my omega instincts buzzing like a swarm of wasps.I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Jason had always been respectful, affectionate, almost too perfect with Sarah. I couldn’t imagine him betraying her—not when I’d witnessed his absolute devotion countless times.But the tone of that conversation… It felt *wrong.*The kitchen grew quiet, save for the faint clinking of dishes. Jason’s voice no longer c

(Aria's POV)The drive to Night Moon Hotel was quiet, only the soft hum of the car engine filling the silence. My hands folded tightly in my lap as Alexander focused on the road, his profile perfectly calm, almost too relaxed, as though this was just another ordinary outing. But for me, nothing about this felt ordinary.The Night Moon Hotel was no simple venue. It was neutral territory, frequented only by high-ranking wolves. Its grandeur was known throughout all packs, and tonight, we were attending a banquet in celebration of the Black Wood Pack's victory.Alexander had insisted on picking me up himself, leaving no room for refusal. And now, here I was, sitting stiffly beside him, trying to control the rapid beat of my heart—though whether it was from my worsening condition or unease, I couldn’t tell.He glanced at me briefly, his golden eyes calm but sharp, as though reading the tension in my silence. "You’ll like the boutique," he said suddenly, breaking the quiet.I blinked.

(Aria’s POV)I froze.His figure loomed in the mirror behind me, the flickering light catching on the silver wheelchair that encased his legs. Lucas Hunter.He didn’t move at first, only staring at me with those sharp green eyes. Malice radiated from him, hidden behind the burn scars and hollow cheeks.The door was locked. I was alone.My omega wolf whimpered inside me, crouching low as if trying to become invisible. There was no escape.“Miss Aria,” Lucas greeted, his voice rasping, thickened with an edge that sounded raw, damaged. “What a pleasure it is... seeing you again.”I couldn’t breathe. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to move, to run, but my legs refused to cooperate.“Alpha Hunter,” I managed to whisper. My voice trembled, weak and pathetic even to my own ears. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that the pressure felt unbearable.A low chuckle emerged from him, rough like gravel scraping against steel. Slowly, Lucas raised his hand and pulled down the

(Aria's POV)The silver chains burned into my skin, the fiery sting intensifying with every passing moment. My wolf whimpered deep inside me, retreating as far as she could, powerless against their strength. I struggled, but the beta guards held me in place, their enhanced grip tightening with every movement I made.The cold marble of the sink pressed against my back, unyielding and suffocating. My breaths came in short, sharp gasps. My chest tightened painfully, my weakening heart protesting against the fear and exertion. Yet, no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break free.Lucas’s wheelchair squeaked as he leaned closer. His scarred face filled my vision, his disfigured features illuminated by the enchanted lights of the mirrors. The jagged silver burns that marred his throat and jaw glistened unnaturally, a reminder of the Shadow King’s wrath.He smirked, his green eyes glowing with predatory satisfaction. “Oh, Aria,” he rasped, his voice cracked and broken. “How far you'