All Chapters of The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

*(Derek's POV)*Natalie's voice lingered in my ears even after the door clicked shut behind Aria. Her tone had been sweet, almost playful. But underneath it lay a dagger, sharp and precise. She played her role well, weaving manipulation into every word, her silken voice commanding compliance without ever raising tension.I leaned back in my chair, keeping my expression unreadable, though every muscle coiled with restrained tension. From the corner of my eye, Richard Windsor shifted in his seat, his fingers steepled under his chin as his penetrating gaze flickered to me."Derek," Richard began, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of significance, "I appreciate your cooperation regarding the Black Wood Pack negotiations. You understand how delicate this situation is for all of us."I gave a curt nod, my hands resting loosely on the arms of the chair—a posture of vague interest, the perfect facade of dispassion."They’ve advanced in ways we never anticipated," Richard went on, h

*(Aria's POV)*The air grew heavier the moment the delegation stepped through the doors. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if every molecule of oxygen was drawn to them. My gaze swept over the figures, each one exuding a level of authority and dominance that seemed to blur the background into insignificance.And then I saw him.The tall figure in the blue coat moved with a grace that made time feel like it slowed for him alone. My stomach clenched as recognition hit me like an arrow to the chest. Alexander.But it wasn’t just Alexander. Not the way I remembered him.His golden-rimmed glasses framed sharp eyes that once held warmth for me but now gleamed with cold detachment. His posture, his aura, everything about him screamed power, precision, and distance—a man completely transformed by rank and purpose."Miss Aria." His voice hit me like a splash of icy water, freezing my insides. Formal. Detached. Empty. It wasn’t the voice I remembered, but it was unmistakably his.I s

*(Aria's POV)*The private dining room was an arena disguised as elegance. It wasn’t loud or chaotic, but the tension was sharp, suffocating. Natalie had turned this space into her stage, and I was her favorite pawn. Her authority hung in the air like a blade, and I was the target she enjoyed slicing.“Aria,” Natalie called, not even looking at me as she lazily swirled her teacup. Her voice was soft and sweet, but the edge in her tone was cruel. “This tea has gone cold already. Is this really the level of service we should expect from someone in your position?”My breathing hitched. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms to keep myself composed. I couldn’t react. I wouldn’t let her see how her words crushed me bit by bit. My lips parted, and I forced my voice to be steady. “I’ll bring a fresh cup immediately.”Her gaze flicked toward me, a glint of satisfaction in her golden eyes. She leaned back in her chair, swirling her teacup one last time before setting it

*(Aria's POV)*The dinner finally ended. The atmosphere in the private dining room felt like a battlefield after the war, with only the echoes of faint laughter and empty promises lingering in the air. Chairs shifted, glasses clinked faintly, and the attendees dispersed in orderly chaos. But for me, the night was far from over.I remained seated for a moment longer, gripping the edge of the table. My chest felt tight, as if a band had wrapped itself around me throughout the entirety of the night, growing tighter with every word I couldn’t say and every truth I couldn’t face.Then, as I prepared to leave, I saw them.Derek and Natalie appeared at the far end of the hall. My breath caught in my throat, my body frozen as if time had stopped entirely. She was smiling—soft, genuine, deliberate. Her perfectly manicured hand was looped neatly through his arm, holding onto him as if she already had everything she wanted in the world.And he let her.My heart clenched painfully. His hand

*(Aria's POV)*I felt trapped between waking and dreaming. My body was so heavy that I could barely breathe. The throbbing pain in my chest overpowered every other sensation, reminding me of my weakness. The silk sheets beneath me whispered against my skin, and the faint scent of crisp linen mixed with smoke from earlier.I closed my eyes tightly, willing the pounding pain to stop. The memories of the accident swirled in my mind. Then, another sound cut through the thick haze.A knock echoed faintly, yet sharp enough to make me flinch. My ears perked, straining to catch familiar tones. Alexander’s steady footsteps approached the door.The faint creak of the door opening reached my ears, followed by a voice I didn’t recognize. It was playful, teasing, and sharp.“Well, well,” the man said, obvious amusement in his tone. "What kind of situation have we here? The famous Blackwood heir, tending to a fragile lady? Alexander, is royalty finally succumbing to softer... distractions?”“J