Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Nathan's POVA sharp knock hit my office door.I glanced briefly at it."Come in."Collins stepped inside. He had his phone pressed to his ear. A look of disbelief was etched on his face."Alpha Nathan," he said, his voice strained,"Luna Aria is downstairs."My pen, my custom, thousand-dollar fountain pen, punched straight through the paper.Ink bled across the page like a spreading wound.For a beat, I couldn't move. My wolf's hackles shot up, a low, instinctive snarl vibrating in my chest."…What?"I set the pen down carefully, my jaw clenching. My eyes narrowed into slits.Aria was here?What is she trying to pull?I had seen her earlier today at her grandmother's house and she had stormed off pissed. Why is she here now?"What is she doing here?" I asked, though the cold edge in my voice made it sound more like a threat than a question.Collins swallowed."She said… she's here for you to sign the divorce papers."Divorce.She really had the courage to come here and say that word. La

Aria's POVPeter didn't answer.His eyes were unfocused, his scent muddled with stress, frustration, and a tint of fear.My wolf bristled within me."Peter," I said softly,"maybe I could take a look?"The old part of me, the lawyer I used to be, still lived inside my bones. And Peter… he had been my student, my shadow, my silent supporter. After everything he'd done for me and Lana, helping him felt like instinct, something I should do without thinking.But he forced a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes."It's nothing."I didn't believe him. Not even for a second.I wanted to push, to demand answers, but he looked like one harsh word would crack him open, so I swallowed the worry clawing up my throat."Then go get some rest," I told him gently."I saw a few ingredients in the fridge. I'll make dinner tonight and call you when it's ready."He didn't argue. That alone told me enough. Peter never turned down a chance to play responsible host.His steps were unsteady as he walked away.I

Aria's POVI don't know how long I sat there, my eyes open, staring into the suffocating dark. My wolf kept watch even as my mind drifted—alert, restless, tense.Eventually, a pale sliver of moon slipped between the clouds, casting silver light through the branches outside. The shadows twisted along the wall, stretching into monstrous shapes like wolves hunched and snarling.My heartbeat thudded so hard it hurt, like my ribs were too small to cage it. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin, pacing, sensing danger even in the stillness of the room.Maybe the peaceful life I'd been trying so desperately to build… had already shattered without me noticing.Lana shifted in my arms with a tiny fussing sound, a soft cry that snapped me out of the numb fog swallowing me whole. I blinked, my mind slowly clawing its way back from that hollow, frozen place."Shh, baby… I'm here," I murmured.I adjusted my hold and carried her to the bed, rocking gently. My wolf hummed around us, instinctively s

Nathan's POVThe thought drenched me in cold, searing ice.I just found two nights ago that Aria had a child, but hearing another man claim her, claim fatherhood, made something in my chest snap.My lips flattened into a hard, merciless line. I could feel my wolf pacing under my skin, furious and restless."You've got some nerve," I said, my voice dropping to a lethal calm."Fine. Thirty million dollars, one week. Not a cent short. Otherwise, I'll make you pay in ways you haven't even imagined."I rose slowly from my chair."Peter," I said, my voice a blade, sharp enough to cut through the air."You've really grown bold, haven't you?"I let a cold smile twist across my lips."Fine. Let's see what you're made of."Rage flickered hot in my gut, and I hurled the coffee cup in my hand to the floor. It shattered into sharp porcelain pieces, the crash echoing across the office like a warning."Get out."Peter stood with irritating calmness. My wolf growled. He should be trembling, why wasn't h

Aria's POVIt was Peter.He was sitting in a VIP room at some downtown bar, the entire place drowning in spinning neon lights, too bright and too loud even through a screen. The air looked thick with cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. My wolf immediately bristled, ears flattening at the chaotic energy spilling from the footage.Peter sat at the center of it all.Even with the dim lighting, I could see the flush on his cheeks. He was drowning himself in alcohol.Peter never drank like this.My chest tightened. My wolf let out a low, uneasy growl."What's the matter, Mr. Clinton? Not going to give us the courtesy of a toast?" a man with a swollen beer belly sneered. His voice oozed smugness through the speakers as his eyes swept over Peter like he was prey cornered in a den.Predator instincts prickled along my spine. My claws burned beneath my fingertips.Why are you letting them talk to you like that, Peter?Another woman leaned forward, swirling her champagne like she was stirring po