The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

(Sarah's POV)The letter trembled in my hands as I read Aria's final words. Each carefully written character was like a knife to my heart. Her gentle voice seemed to echo through the empty apartment as I absorbed her message."My dearest pack sister..."Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, blurring the ink on the paper. I clutched the pack territory bank card that had fallen from the envelope, the cold metal pressing into my palm. Two hundred and fifty thousand silver coins. A fortune from an omega who had so little."I don't need your silver coins," I sobbed, pressing the card against my chest. "I just want you back..."My beta wolf howled in grief, the sound escaping my throat as a keening wail. I curled into myself on Aria's bed, surrounded by her fading scent. The letter crumpled in my fist as I pressed it to my heart."I only needed you, not this," I whispered brokenly, staring at the bank card. "Why did you leave me?"My body shook with the force of my tears until exhaustio

(Third person's POV)Samuel Gray stood rigid in Derek's doorway, his beta demeanor struggling to maintain composure. The news he'd just delivered should have elicited some reaction, any reaction, from his alpha. But Derek Silverstone remained eerily still, his ice-blue eyes betraying nothing."Miss Aria passed away yesterday afternoon at the Windsor Pack Medical Center," Samuel repeated, searching Derek's face for any sign of emotion. "Dr. Reed said her heart simply... gave out."Derek's overwhelming alpha presence remained perfectly controlled, his aristocratic features carved from stone. The silence stretched between them, growing uncomfortable as Samuel waited for a response."Alpha Silverstone?" Samuel ventured, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Did you... hear what I said?"Derek gave a slight nod, his silver-blonde hair catching the light from the window. His eyes, cold and distant, showed no hint of the grief Samuel had expected."I see," Derek said finally,

(Third Person's POV)The night air held a crisp chill as Alexander Blackwood stood at the sacred Silver Return site, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the moonlight that bathed Windsor Pack Territory below. He had chosen this location with painful deliberation—the ceremonial ground overlooking the mountains where he and Aria had once laughed together, her silver hair catching the sunlight as she pointed to distant peaks.Alexander's golden eyes, now bloodshot from grief, gazed at the silver urn clutched against his chest. His alpha presence, usually overwhelming and controlled, now wavered with raw emotion."Little wolf," he whispered, using her orphanage pack name as his fingers caressed the cool metal of the urn. "Remember when we came here? You made me promise to bring you back often."The wind carried his words away into the darkness. Memories flooded back—Aria's violet eyes widening with delight at the view, her soft omega voice exclaiming over wildflowers that grew alon

(Third person's POV)The night air hung heavy with tension at the Silver Return Ceremonial Grounds. Alexander Blackwood's words about Aria's death lingered in the space between them, each syllable striking Derek Silverstone like physical blows. His fingers curled tightly into fists, claws digging into his palms until thin rivulets of silver-essence blood trickled between his knuckles.The physical pain couldn't begin to compete with the agonizing ache that spread through his chest—a pain unlike anything he had ever experienced in his long life as an alpha. It radiated outward from his heart, a jolt reminiscent of silver poisoning, leaving every nerve ending throbbing with raw grief.Yet even as the pain threatened to overwhelm him, Derek's mind refused to accept the reality before him. His ice-blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now bloodshot and wild with fury and denial."This is absurd," he growled, his overwhelming alpha presence crackling with barely contained emotio

(Derek's POV)I couldn't bear to let Sarah see me like this—an alpha reduced to such a pathetic state. I covered my eyes with my hand, feeling the warm mixture of blood and tears seeping between my fingers. My claws had dug so deeply into my palms that they'd drawn blood, and now that blood mingled with something I hadn't experienced in decades—tears.The familiar weight of my overwhelming alpha presence felt fractured, splintering around me like shards of silver. My wolf, usually so controlled, howled in anguish inside me, a sound I couldn't release without shattering what little composure I had left."You're bleeding," Sarah observed, her voice flat.I didn't respond. What was physical pain compared to this crushing weight in my chest?Sarah left the room briefly, returning with something in her hand. Her beta wolf was still bristling with protective fury, but her expression had shifted slightly."If it weren't for this, I would never have let you into our den," she said coldly