Semua Bab The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back: Bab 21 - Bab 30

(Aria's POV)The steady rhythm of rain pattering against the car windows blended into the dull ache in my chest, a numbing sort of melody as I sat quietly in the backseat.The dim yellow glow of streetlamps bled through the rain-speckled glass, but it did nothing to lighten the sharp weight pressing down on me.Each beat of my heart felt staggered, uneven, but I masked it behind my silence, staring vacantly at the world outside.I could feel William’s gaze flicker toward me through the rearview mirror as he drove, his silence loaded with scrutiny rather than concern."Lucas... he just left you there?" William’s voice cut through the stillness, each word laced with cautious curiosity.It wasn’t mocking like some Alphas might have spoken, but still probing, searching for something he couldn’t yet place.I swallowed, my throat dry despite the storm’s humidity. My fingers clenched weakly at the edges of my damp sleeves."He…" The words clawed at my throat like glass shards. I force

(Aria's POV)Sharp antiseptic air burned my nostrils as I stirred. The world came into focus in fragments: pale white walls, the steady beep of a heart monitor, and the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. My limbs felt like lead, and my chest thudded with that familiar, cruel ache.Through hazy eyes, I caught sight of Sarah. She was slumped in the visitor's chair near the bed, her head resting against her hand. It didn’t take much to guess that she must have been there the entire night.Her normally vibrant energy was replaced by exhaustion, her kind brown eyes framed with dark circles. I blinked, guilt stirring in my chest. Even now, she bore so much for me while I... I couldn’t even tell her the truth of how little time I had left.My throat felt dry as I tried to speak. “Sarah…”Her head snapped up, her worried gaze locking onto mine. Relief flooded her features instantly. "Aria! You’re awake," she exclaimed, leaning forward to reach for my hand. Her grip was warm and grou

(Aria's POV)The morning light filtered weakly through the thin curtains of the hospital room. My eyes fluttered open, the white walls around me blurring into focus.My body felt heavy, achingly fragile, but the heat of the fever had subsided. I attempted to sit up, but the faint tremors in my arms betrayed how weak I still was.“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Sarah’s voice reached me before she appeared at my bedside. She wore that same protective smile, but her eyes couldn’t hide her concern. “How are you feeling?”I forced a small smile, trying not to worry her more. “Better.” My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. My hands gripped the edge of the blanket as I sat up slowly.Sarah leaned in, pressing the back of her hand against my forehead to check my temperature. Her own relief was evident as she sighed. “The fever’s gone, but your hands…” She glanced at my trembling fingers. “Your heart isn’t strong enough yet. You need rest, Aria. Stay here for a few days, okay?

(Aria's POV)The days blurred together as I meticulously prepared for what I knew would be my final stand. Each moment felt like a precious fragment slipping through my fingers, and I was desperate to make them count.Visiting the pack hospitals had become routine—a silver ghost haunting one facility after another.My excuses were carefully crafted, my presence fleeting. "Just need something for the stress," I murmured to yet another doctor, flashing a polite and apologetic smile.My fragile omega status made it easy to gain sympathy, and soon, another packet of sleeping pills joined the growing collection in my coat pocket.Each step out of those hospitals felt heavier than it should, as though the weight of what I was planning anchored me to the ground.My heart pounded erratically, my breath shallow, but I shoved the feelings aside. There was no room for hesitation.Back at the apartment, I gathered the last remnants of Lucas’s taunts: the shattered necklace and the wine-stai

"Can you believe it, Aria? Tomorrow, I won’t be Sarah Rivers anymore." Sarah’s voice was full of excitement as she lay beside me on the bed. Her brown hair spilled over her pillow, and she hugged the old wolf plush we had shared since our days in the orphanage.I grinned at her, though my chest ached with unspoken feelings. “Jason’s going to regret letting you change your last name,” I teased lightly, nudging her arm.She laughed, the sound soft and happy. It filled the room with warmth. "Don’t scare me! What if he changes his mind at the altar because of the name Rivers attached to me?"“As if,” I said, rolling my eyes. “He won’t take his eyes off you tomorrow, Sarah. He’s not letting you go, not in this lifetime.”Her blush crept up her cheeks, and her laughter softened. Then she turned her face toward mine, her brown eyes sparkling. “But still, it feels unreal. Getting married, *me*! Do you think I’ll trip walking down the aisle?”“You?” I laughed, shaking my head. “If anyone