All Chapters of The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Lucas's POV)The night hung heavy, but my mood was light. As I exited the club, the cold air brushed against my skin, but it couldn't dull the fire of victory burning inside me.The contract was tucked neatly into my jacket pocket, its weight grounding me in the reality of my triumph. Derek Silverstone, the so-called heir of the Silverstone Pack, had handed me the key to the disputed hunting grounds on a silver platter.Samuel personally verified the legitimacy of the signature, further clearing my way to take what I wanted. The ceremony was already set; it would be official soon.A smirk spread across my face as I reached my car. That smug, cold Derek had fallen for my carefully laid trap. Another Alpha humiliated, his prized land slipping through his fingers.But what excited me even more wasn't the matter of the territory.No, it was Aria. Her beautiful silver hair, her trembling figure... her lips parting as she poured wine that she thought could trick me.God, how I loved

(Aria's POV)The sunlight crept across my room, yet it did nothing to chase away the chill that gripped me. I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone clutched tightly in my hands. The screen glared back at me, bright and filled with one horrifying headline after another."Shadow Pack Claims Hunter Territory."The words blurred before my eyes, but I forced myself to focus. Article after article detailed the events of the prior night. Lucas’s pack wasn’t just defeated; it was dismantled, obliterated.Every report painted a terrifying image.Lucas, the monster who had tormented so many, was dead. His empire collapsed without so much as a warning. The Hunter Pack had sworn allegiance to a new alpha. They hadn’t resisted. They hadn’t fought. They had bowed, willingly, to the Night Alpha.I couldn’t breathe. The "Shadow King." The man who had kissed me, bound me, and told me Lucas wouldn’t return. He wasn’t just an overconfident stranger playing games. He was…My stomach churned as I scro

(Aria's POV)I felt like a stone sunk deep into the mattress, the heaviness of my body too much to lift. My lungs shuddered with each labored breath, the erratic thump of my heart faint and weak against my chest. It was as if my body had decided that rest was rebellion and was punishing me for trying to heal. When my eyes finally opened, the clock greeted me with cruel truth—it was past noon.Panic, brief but biting, flickered in my chest before subsiding. What was there to panic about anymore? Days came and went, but I stayed the same—fragile, fading. My hand blindly found the phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, countless unread notifications calling for my attention.Reluctantly, I scrolled, until Sarah's name appeared in a glowing banner with an incoming video call.Forcing my face into something like a smile, I swiped the screen and answered. Sarah’s joy-filled face greeted me, her bright energy almost too much for my groggy state.“Aria!” Her voice was as warm as the

(Aria's POV)I woke up in silence. The space felt heavy, suffocating. The dim light barely reached the far corners of the suite, leaving everything soaked in a muted glow of gray and gold. My body ached, the soreness in each movement screaming the reminder of what had happened.I clenched the sheets around me, my hands trembling as my mind replayed every moment I wished I could erase. The kiss. The touch. His overwhelming presence. My own shame for responding.I pushed myself up. Every joint in my legs felt like they might give out as I stood, but I forced myself forward, step by step, heading for the bathroom. I needed space. I needed air.The tap water was cold, stinging against my flushed skin as I splashed it over my face. I refused to meet my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t bear to see what I’d become. Weak again, vulnerable again.No. I had to stay together, stay composed. My hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly, my knuckles white with pressure. The sound of th

*(Aria's POV)*Morning light peeked through my curtains, whispering soft farewells as if it knew. The golden streaks on the floor mocked me. They stretched as far as the eye could see, but my time was limited. Each step I took toward the healing center felt like dragging chains. My body was fighting me. My heart, too weak to pump fully, protested with each beat. But I wouldn’t stop.Not when today was the last time.I paused in front of the center’s towering doors. The scent of herbs and faint pack magic seeped into the air, brushing against my senses. This had been my sanctuary for years. The place I came to forget my own pain while healing others. Now I stood on its threshold for the last time, carrying the weight of memories and the knowledge that I wouldn’t return.Gathering all my strength, I pushed the heavy doors open. The familiar sound of wood creaking greeted me. It was followed by the soft murmur of conversation, the scratch of pens on paper, and the clinking of mixing b