All Chapters of Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aria's POVI stepped out of the car, Lana nestled in my arms, her small body warm against me. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling crawling up my spine, but it was impossible to shake. I glanced over toward the alley, my gaze instinctively darting toward the shadows. There, at the far end, sat a car, its lights were off, blending into the darkness.I couldn't see who was inside, but the feeling of being watched hit me like a punch to the gut. My instincts screamed danger.I forced myself to move, quickening my pace and holding Lana tighter to my chest. She stirred a little. I didn't stop to look back, even though the unease twisted in my gut. My senses were sharp, too sharp, and everything about the air felt wrong.When I reached the door, I breathed a little easier. Maybe I was just being paranoid for nothing. Was I though?Inside, Collins was waiting, but his eyes immediately flicked to me when he saw my face. My face must've gone ashen because Collins looked startled. "What happene

Aria's POV"No, nothing," Peter said quickly, waving it off. His tone was casual again, but there was an edge to it. "Come on, breakfast is ready. Let's eat."I nodded slowly, but the unease didn't leave me. As he turned to go toward the kitchen, I felt the weight of something unfamiliar pressing against me, like the silence between us had grown heavier.I shifted Lana in my arms, her chubby hands waving in the air as she babbled, her big eyes watching Peter. She seemed to be in a better mood now, her little face lighting up with a smile."She's probably starving", Peter said with a smile."I'll get her bottle ready," I said, my voice soft as I stroked Lana's cheek. "and freshen up too, before the food gets cold."It wasn't long before I emerged from the bedroom, a change of clothes making me feel slightly more human. I sat at the dining table, Lana in my arms, and I stared at the spread in front of us. There were golden fried eggs, fluffy pancakes, fresh bread, and a pitcher of milk.

Nathan's POVFrom the shadowed apartment building across the marketplace, I watched them. My eyes were cold, narrowing as I tracked their every move, each step they took.I wasn't sure what drove me to stay hidden, maybe it was the fear that seeing them together would spark something in me that I wouldn't be able to control. Or maybe I just needed to see it with my own eyes, to know how far whatever they had had progressed.But as I watched, my emotions churned violently inside me. It was like a beast, caged and restless, clawing at the edges of my restraint. I could feel my wolf, itching to be free within me, desperate to claim what was mine.I barely held it back.The thought of marching down there, pulling her away from Peter, gnawed at me. She's mine, I reminded myself. She's my wife. The words were like a mantra, but even as I whispered them in my head, I could feel my control slipping.My gaze slid to Peter, his youthful figure too close to her, too comfortable. A dangerous glin

Aria's POVKara's kindness had always felt different from anyone else's. It wasn't forced, or even out of some kind of obligation, it came from a place of real compassion.I could feel it, the way she saw me, the way she understood what it meant to be a woman, a mother. Maybe it was that bond between us that made me trust her more than Peter or some hired nanny ever could."No problem! Leave her with me. She'll be safe and sound till you're back," kara said, her voice warm and reassuring as she gave me a hearty nod.Relief flooded through me, though a small part of me, one that I tried to ignore, still churned with uncertainty. But I couldn't focus on that now. I needed to get this over with. I needed to deal with them, my mother, the memorial, the inheritance—and leave this whole mess behind, if only for a little while.I chatted with the women for a little longer, pretending for their sake that everything was normal, even though my thoughts were already elsewhere. But soon enough, i

Aria's POVI tilted my head, yearning for the warmth of her touch to ease the ache, to make everything right again. But no touch came, the air was empty and silent.I woke up with a start, my stomach growling angrily as the cold draft of air from the cracked window hit my skin. The chill cut through me, but I couldn't quite bring myself to close it. The fever had overwhelmed me, and I'd passed out in a haze of exhaustion and aching muscles.I reached up to touch my forehead, feeling the searing heat that radiated from my skin. It was burning hot. My body felt heavy, like I was trapped in a shell that refused to move. I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling in a fog I couldn't clear.For a brief moment, I wished I could have stayed in that dream, that warm, comforting dream where nothing mattered and everything was still okay.I longed to return to a time before all these, the hardship, the constant cold shoulders, the endless slights. I wanted to go back to a