Semua Bab Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Aria's POVI was caught off guard by the sudden gravity in Jonathan’s voice. My wolf, which had been lazily curled inside me moments ago, lifted its head at once, ears pricked. I nodded slightly, signaling for him to continue.Jonathan inhaled, then said calmly, “Aria, I want to marry you. Marry me, and I’ll give you everything I have…fame, power, wealth. Whatever you choose.”For a heartbeat, the world went quiet.My eyes widened before I could stop myself. I stared at him, searching his face for any sign of jest, any flicker of mockery or impulsive recklessness.There was none.Jonathan seemed to sense my disbelief. He shook his head slowly, his gaze unwavering. “Aria, I am quite serious.”Heat rushed to my cheeks, an unfamiliar fluster spreading through me. A marriage proposal so direct and unguarded had never been part of my plans. Nathan’s words from yesterday echoed in my mind. The injustice I carried still clung to me like a shadow, my name stained with a criminal record that w

Aria's POVMy wolf stirred violently, claws scraping against my ribs in warning, but before I could react, Nathan’s arms were already around me. The ground vanished beneath my feet as he lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all.The sudden change in height made my breath catch.“Nathan! Are you insane?!” I shouted.He didn’t answer.He was cold. His face was carved from stone, his jaw rigid, his eyes fixed straight ahead as he carried me swiftly down the corridor.Realization struck like ice water.He was taking me to his bedroom.Panic slammed into me. I kicked and struggled, my legs thrashing wildly. “Let go! Nathan, let go!”My wolf howled now, frantic, sensing danger, sensing loss of control—his and mine.“If you don’t let go,” I gasped, desperation clawing up my throat, “I’ll… I’ll hate you forever!”That finally made him stop.He turned his head and looked at me.I froze.Those eyes weren’t human anymore. They were burning with his wolf. My heart lurched painfully.

Aria's POVMargaret’s tone sharpened. “Do you not even respect your aunt anymore? You’ve really grown wings!”I tightened my hold on Lana, standing my ground. “I’m no longer part of the Darvin family. What do I owe you, Aunt Helen?” I lifted my chin, my eyes icy. “And this is Hemsworth Villa, not a place for the likes of you.”The sudden authority in my voice seemed to stun them. Was this still the same submissive girl they had once known? They must've wondered. My wolf snorted softly in approval at their hesitation.Margaret’s face darkened, but she tried to regain control. “Not part of the Darvin family? Aria, you still have Darvin blood running through your veins, and even in death, you’ll be a Darvin family ghost!”She reached for me, trying to grab my arm. My wolf surged beneath my skin in warning. I dodged easily, keeping Lana safely against me. “Rest assured,” I said, voice dripping with disdain, “my mother died the day I went to prison. I’d rather claim to be an orphan than as

Aria's POVThe warmth I’d shown earlier was gone.The nanny paled, broke into a cold sweat, and hurried away with Lana.Rowland straightened from the wall.The living room fell into an eerie silence. The nanny’s footsteps faded, and Lana’s soft babbling drifted back faintly.“Bad… bad…”The word repeated, clumsy but clear.Helen’s face darkened further. Margaret was stunned into silence.Sophia rushed to support Helen, only to watch in horror as the swelling spread rapidly across Helen’s cheek, the breeze aggravating it. Helen clutched her face, her eyes rolling back as she nearly fainted.“Sis! You’ve gone too far. How dare you slap aunt!” Sophia accused, glaring at me.I stood there, calm on the surface, my dominance undisguised. Cold confidence wrapped around me like armor.I leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Aunt Helen. My voice was precise, each word deliberate.“Insult my daughter,” I said softly, “and you will have me to contend with.”Helen opened her mouth, then froz

Aria's POVFrancis trusted in me deeply. The thought of that made my chest tighten.I hesitated, my fingers curling around the phone. “Francis… you know I can’t officially return to court. My license was revoked when I was imprisoned.”I said it plainly. No embellishment. No shame, it was just fact.There was silence on the other end.Then, “Then I’ll appoint another lawyer,” he said after a moment. “Could you accompany them as an intern?”I bit my lip.Intern.My wolf bristled faintly at the word, my pride pricking, but another feeling followed, gratitude. Francis had stood by me when the world tore me apart. I couldn’t turn away now.“…Alright,” I said finally.His relief was subtle but unmistakable. “Good.”The call ended soon after.When I arrived, Francis was dressed in white as usual, gold-rimmed glasses perched neatly on his nose. They made him look even more scholarly, refined and distant.“Aria,” he said, smiling gently. “I’ve contacted a lawyer. He’ll be here soon. You can d