Semua Bab The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back: Bab 81 - Bab 90

**(Aria's POV)**Derek’s words echoed in my ears, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest."Don’t think for a second Alexander’s rejection of the Stone Pack means anything," he had said, his tone as cold as ice. His eyes, so piercing and calculating, bore into me, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "The Black Wood Pack will find another alliance—one that befits their status. He’ll mate with a pure-blood wolf sooner or later. That’s the way things are."My hands gripped the edge of the sink tightly. I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My cheeks were pale, almost ghostly, and my violet eyes looked hollow, as if all the life and energy had been drained from me.“Don’t imagine your omega status could ever influence anything beyond a fleeting distraction,” he had added before walking away, each word slicing into me like a blade.I pressed my fingertips against my temples, trying to force the pain and humiliation out. He always knew how to hurt me the most. And every ti

(Richard Stone's POV)Whitney crashed into my office like a storm. I didn’t bother looking up from the territorial maps spread across my desk. Her dramatic entrances were all too familiar, but this time, the heated gossip flooding the estate told me everything I needed to know."Father!" she seethed, slamming the door behind her. "Are you just going to let this insult stand? That omega—""Silence!" My voice cut her off sharply, amplified by a controlled surge of alpha authority. The weight of it made her flinch, her jaw snapping shut in shock.I pushed back from my desk, locking her in a cold glare. "Have you lost your mind, Whitney?" My words were calculated, each one striking with intent. "You’ve humiliated this pack—*my* pack—on a stage where alliances were being forged! And you dared touch a guest under our protection? Have you forgotten what being a Stone means?"She stood rigid, her face twisting with indignation. "She provoked me! That omega waltzed in looking smug—""Smug

(Aria's POV)A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I bolted upright in bed. My heart thundered painfully against my chest, irregular and wild, threatening to tear free. The morning light barely filtered through the thin curtains, but it was enough to make me squint and blink rapidly.It felt like the remnants of the dream were clinging to me, creeping up my skin and seeping into my thoughts. My hands were clammy, palms damp with sweat. I dragged them across the bedsheets as shivers ran down my spine.Alexander’s voice. His touch. The way his hand had grazed my waist at the Stone Pack gathering—it was all there in the dream, hauntingly vivid. Too vivid. My chest tightened at the thought, the phantom sensation startling me so much that the air felt heavier.I ran trembling fingers through my hair but froze halfway. My wolf stirred faintly within me, whimpering as though asking what was wrong. I swallowed hard and tugged my hand free from the tangles in my hair.What was wrong? What wasn’t

(Alexander's POV)Derek's gaze bore into mine like a silent warning as I skimmed through the reports in front of me. His calm facade, the perfect mask of indifference, was nothing compared to the pressure of his alpha aura. It filled the room, a subtle but suffocating reminder of his dominance.The other wolves in the Silverstone conference room were visibly tense, their chatter subdued as Derek took the main seat across from me. Even the territory reports beta faltered as he prepared to present.James usually handled these presentations. He was precise, never making a single mistake under pressure. But today, James wasn’t here.Instead, I sat with Aria at my side, who, though silent, seemed unusually aware of every glance shot her way. The tension in the room tightened around her. Yet, she kept her gaze lowered, her presence as small and unnoticeable as possible.For a normal day, someone else might have sufficed in James’s absence, but opposite Derek? No. There was no room for m

(Aria’s POV)Alexander cradled the coffee in his hands, his golden eyes softening as the steam curled upward. Quiet approval flickered across his features—subtle, fleeting, but unmistakable."This blend…" His voice dipped lower, coated with warmth I hadn’t heard in years. "You remembered."The words struck me unexpectedly, disarming me in a way I hadn’t prepared for. My hands clenched instinctively against my sides, determined not to show the unrest swirling within me."It’s just a coincidence," I replied calmly, refusing to let my voice waver.He tilted his head ever so slightly, perhaps sensing the distance in my tone, but instead of replying, he took a slow sip.His lips curved faintly—not quite a smile, but enough to remind me of something distant, a shadow of who he once was."Perfect," he said simply.I shifted on my feet, uncomfortable under his gaze. The way he looked at me… there was something different about it. Heavy, searching, like he wanted to uncover something I