Semua Bab Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aria's POVIt was none other than the man who had tried to abuse me. The man I'd once stabbed in the neck to stop him from taking what wasn't his. His cruelty had haunted me every night since then.Kevin.The name itself was bile on my tongue.I stepped aside, fighting the instinct to bare my teeth at him. Then I saw the grin twisting his mouth."Aria," he sneered. "It has been a minute my dear."For a moment, the corridor blurred. I was back in that room again, the flicker of a dying light bulb, the echo of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. His breath hot on my neck.Why was he here?His grin widened as if he could smell my fear. He fed on it. My wolf clawed at my ribs, snarling for release, but I tried to suppress it.He turned and went down the hallway to the room I had just left. He rapped on it before slipping inside. "Ms. Lawson, I'm here."My wolf's sharp ears picked on Frances' voice as it floated out, smooth as oil. "Kevin, perfect timing. Anita's gone. Her spot's yours n

Aria's POVThe lobby smelled of marble polish, coffee, and fear, my fear."I'm here to see Nathan Hemsworth," I told the receptionist in a voice that appeared steady. I could hear the tremor underneath it and feel my wolf pacing in my chest.The woman blinked, clearly startled by the sight of me. I was a slightly soaked mess, clutching my baby close to my chest.She picked up the phone."Mr. Collins," she said, lowering her voice. "There's… a strange woman here. She won't say why, just insists on seeing Alpha Nathan. Oh, and she's holding a baby — looks about eight months old."A strange woman. My lips curled before I could stop them. Again, I wasn't surprised that I was unrecognizable. I have become entirely different from how I used to be.From the faint hiss of static, I caught a Collins voice on the other end. It was clipped and irritated. "Is she crazy, or what? Kick her out."Kick me out? Just like that?The receptionist hesitated, her gaze flicking to Lana. "But, Mr. Collins, t

Aria's POVI tried to sniff the driver's scent. He probably wasn't like me who never went out without smearing myself with scent masking potion or drinking it, to avoid being recognized my anyone.Unfortunately, I couldn't sniff any familiar scent from him.I turned away, clutching Lana tighter. My pulse pounded like war drums.The car soon slowed to a stop, and a short tap of the horn jolted me out of my haze. My vision swam for a moment before I realized where we were — the narrow path leading to the staff dorms."Thank you," I murmured, my voice rough and weak. It barely sounded like me.My arm shook as I reached for the door, the other instinctively wrapping around Lana, shielding her small, warm body from the rain and the chill. Something as simple as opening a door felt like trying to lift a mountain.When I got down, I thanked the driver and he replied with a nod. I made my way to the dorm and climbed the dorm steps, clutching Lana tighter.By the time I made it to my small, di

Aria's POVThe crowd parted, and I saw him, Nathan.My husband, my destroyer.He stood behind Sophia, pushing her wheelchair as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her pale leg peeked through a slit in her designer dress, a tiny bandage on her ankle. Around them, the doctors moved like bees around their queen."Nathan," she murmured, her voice soft, almost bashful. "It's just a scrape. If I weren't pregnant, we wouldn't need all this fuss."Her cheeks glowed pink, her eyes shy but glimmering. She looked up at him as if the sun rose for her.And Nathan, the cold, unreadable Nathan I was used to, looked down at her with something dangerously close to warmth."Let the best doctors run a full check," he said evenly. "You're our lead attorney at Hemsworth Group. This is nothing for you."Our lead attorney.Once upon a time, that had been me.The ache that followed was sharp enough to steal my breath.The man leading the group laughed too loud, elbowing someone. "Alpha Nathan yo

Aria's POVThe light in my room burned long into the night, flickering softly over the exhausted faces of the women who had stayed by my side. Only when Lana's feverish cheeks cooled and the thermometer finally dropped to 99°F did the tension in the air dissolve like mist.A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. The others slumped onto my bed, utterly drained.I stood at the edge of the bed, cradling Lana close. Her tiny heartbeat pulsed against my chest, fast but strong."Thank the Goddess…" I whispered, rocking her gently. A wave of gratitude surged through me, so strong it nearly broke me.Without these women, I wouldn't have known what to do. They weren't pack, not by blood or bond, yet they'd rallied around me when I was falling apart, while the actions of my child's father had nearly cost her life.The irony stung like silver.My throat tightened as I brushed a damp curl from Lana's forehead. Her skin was warm but no longer burning. When her eyelids fluttered open,