Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back: Capítulo 301 - Capítulo 310

Aria's POVRowland shrugged, but I didn't miss the tension creeping through his shoulders. "Clarence's funeral invite. Should've been harder to get, considering Patrick's tried to freeze you out of everything. Suddenly, he's rolling out the welcome mat? Weird."I smiled, my eyes on the blurring view. "Trouble might be unnece. He might actually want me there."Rowland snorted. "It won't be pleasant for him."My wolf growled in agreement.By the time we arrived at the cathedral grounds, hunger gnawed at my gut. Skipping breakfast had been a mistake. Rowland noticed, steering me straight to the snack tables without hesitation. My wolf perked, tail twitching at the scent of sugar.It was an open-air funeral. White chairs lined the lawn, black banners fluttering like caged shadows. Guests draped in muted blacks and greys moved like ghosts until Rowland and I stepped into view.I in magenta. Rowland in blazing red.Their gazes sliced into us. Different reporters clicked their cameras like d

Aria's POV"I heard Patrick invited the funeral home staff who handled Clarence's cremation, plus her doctors and nurses from years ago. Let's check it out," Rowland said, his voice urgent and low. I felt the tension roll off him like heat in winter, and instinctively, my own wolf bristled.I was trapped in the middle, Rowland on my left, Nathan on my right...both Alpha scents pressing in, their eyes sharp. I was like a prey caught between two dominant wolves.My fur bristled, even under my calm exterior. I forced myself to breathe through it, letting my wolf settle into watchful restraint.Chloe hovered at the edges, muttering under her breath about the ridiculousness of two grown men trying to out-alpha each other over me.Amelia stayed composed, scanning the field, ready to swoop in if things turned violent. My instincts relaxed slightly just knowing they were there."Aria, it's great to meet you after a long time," a smooth male familiar voice said, breaking the tension. I turned

Aria's POVThe screen flickered, showing an old video of a dead woman's body covered in a white bedsheet and received in a morgue. Her name was also mentioned in the video. They were all obviously forged.With the so-called evidence and witnesses presented, the room fell silent, eerily so, like the woods before a hunt.But the livestream? It buzzed like a hive. With thousands of comments pouring in."So Clarence is dead after all. The scandal was lies!""Sophia said Aria was behind it, if that is truly the case, she's terrifying...""Aria is the obvious culprit. She wants to destroy the Darvin family.""Where are the simps who thought she was pretty? Still drooling over a monster?"More and more comments poured in with thousands of people gunning for my throat.My wolf paced beneath my skin, hackles rising.The journalist's gaze locked on me. Almost everyone stared.They were obviously not here to mourn Clarence. They were waiting for a spectacle and they had gotten plenty.Patrick to

Aria's POVThe scent of old electronics and toner filled Chloe's office at Goldstein Law Firm, mixing with the faint smell of silver ink.The USB Rowland retrieved sat plugged into her computer like a key lodged in a lock we were desperate to turn.I paced behind them, my wolf tail flicking in the back of my mind like a restless shadow."How's it going?" Amelia asked, her nerves prickling the air like static.Chloe's fingers danced across the keyboard. "There's evidence of tampering," she said, leaning back with a pleased grin.A cold smile tugged at my lips. As expected. The Darvin family couldn't just magically produce decade-old footage without leaving teeth marks somewhere.I leaned forward, sniffing the air subconsciously. Even on-screen, the energy felt wrong. The footage was grainy, technology from ten years ago lacked the crispness modern cameras had. Everything looked blurred and ghostlike, submerged in murky shadows.On the monitor, The doctor's voice echoed:"Nurse. Her nam

Nathan's POVA pulse of cold slid through my veins. My wolf's ears pinned back, annoyed."That's none of your business," I snapped, raising a brow. The temperature in the room dropped. Even Collins paused where he stood, sensing the shifting tension.Rowland leaned back, his arms crossing. "Uncle Nathan, you owe Aria a lot. Isn't it a bit late to be thinking of making amends now?"My grip tightened around my pen until the plastic threatened to snap. My wolf snarled, pacing. I forced him down."Worry about yourself," I growled. "Going back to the Garfield family won't be an easy return." I jerked my chin at Collins. "Show him out."Collins, ever loyal, stepped forward. "Alpha Rowland—"Rowland raised a hand, cutting him off. "No rush. I'm leaving." His gaze slid to me, eyes suddenly sharper. He tapped the table twice, claws of intention in every movement. "Why not let me help with the questioning, Uncle Nathan?"He leaned in. His wolf stared back at mine. A silent test of dominance. We