All Chapters of The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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The Help

(William's POV)The tension in Derek’s club lingered even as I stepped outside. The winter storm had unleashed its fury, with icy rain battering against the windows of my car.Inside, warmth cocooned me, but my thoughts were far from calm. Derek’s earlier rage had shaken me more than I cared to admit. I had seen him enraged before, but this time, it was... different.That sharp edge, the barely controlled wrath, wasn’t just directed at Lucas or me—it seemed to be self-inflicted.I stared out at the rain-slicked streets, watching as water streamed down the car’s windows. My wolf stirred uneasily within me. “Drive,” I instructed the driver firmly, my voice laced with lingering concern.The car pulled away from the club, and my fingers tapped rhythmically on my knee. The sound of the rainstorm outside only fueled my unease. Derek’s abrupt dismissal earlier still echoed in my mind.“Leave,” he had said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. He hadn’t even allowed me to offer sugge

Dignity in the Storm

(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

Fever

(Aria's POV)The moment I stepped back into the dim confines of my small apartment, a wave of shame and exhaustion crashed into me.My legs trembled as I closed the door behind me, the weak click of the lock giving me no sense of security.My body was drenched, my hair clinging to my face, and the air inside was scarcely warmer than the storm I had just walked through.I dropped the soaked ceremonial robe onto the floor. Its fabric hung like a dismal reminder of last night’s humiliation.My fingers couldn’t stop trembling as they pulled at the stubborn buttons of my ruined dress. Each one came undone slower than the last, the fabric sticking to me like a second skin.Standing in my bathroom, I gazed into the mirror, and what I saw made my stomach churn. The weak, broken reflection stared back at me.The pale skin, the lifeless silver hair matted around my shoulders, and the violet eyes—once vibrant, now dull and rimmed with red from unshed tears.I pressed my hand against the c

Kept Going

(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

Dreams and Deadlines

(Aria's POV)The taste of cold air lingered in my lungs as my hand braced against the hospital wall. My legs wobbled beneath me, and the rushed rhythm of my unsteady heart thumped hard enough to leave my chest aching.Each breath felt heavy, dragging me down, but I refused to go back to that bed. Lying there felt like surrendering—to my fever, my weakening condition, to everything I couldn’t control.I straightened my back despite the tremor. My grip tightened on the railing along the corridor as I took a shakier step forward, determined to leave no sign of my vulnerability.The hallway was quiet, save for the occasional distant beeps from machines in other rooms.The soft padding of hurried footsteps behind me gave me pause. Before I could even turn around, Sarah’s voice rang out—a mix of surprise and worry.“Aria! What are you doing out here?” she gasped, her step quickening until she reached my side. Her warm hands steadied me immediately, her touch gently pulling me back from

Unknown Number

(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?

Promise

(Aria's POV)The blaring ringtone shattered the silence of my restless sleep. My eyes snapped open, heart racing as I blindly reached for the phone. My trembling fingers brushed against it, pulling it toward me. The screen’s harsh glow stabbed into my half-closed eyes, but it wasn’t the light that made my breath hitch.Lucas. His name lit up the screen like a warning sign.A feeling of dread coiled in my stomach. Every interaction with him felt suffocating—like stepping into a trap I couldn’t escape. But denying his call would only make things worse.I took a shaky breath and swiped the screen to answer. “Hello?” My voice came out hoarse, weaker than I intended.“Recovering from a fever, are we?” Lucas’s voice was sharp, almost mocking.I froze in surprise. Fever? How did he know? His words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn’t answer. Was he actually concerned? No, he wasn’t capable of that. I knew better.“I’m better now,” I finally said, keeping my tone neutral, not

Borrowed Time

(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

Sister's Price

(Aria's POV)Natalie’s laughter drifted through the boutique like the chiming of silver bells, too cheerful to ignore. My fingers gripped the champagne silk of the bridesmaid dress tighter, shaking slightly at her every word.“She is so lucky,” cooed one of her friends.“Oh, Derek just spoils her, doesn’t he? The moonstone pendant!” another exclaimed, her voice dripping with envy.My stomach sank. The air felt thinner, each breath harder to take. I clenched my hands so tightly my nails bit into my palms.Derek. Moonstone pendant.Her next words landed like a blow to my heart.“It’s perfect. Derek remembered every detail—just like the one I wore when we were pups.” Natalie’s tone was soft, almost affectionate.I froze. My hand moved instinctively toward the hollow space on my collarbone where my necklace used to rest. For three years, that moonstone pendant had been mine. Not as a gift, not openly acknowledged, but as a silent claim, shared in whispers and shadows. It had been m

Roses and Shadows** *(Aria's POV)

"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

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