บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

Aria’s POVI was at home when my phone vibrated in my hand, and the name on the screen made my wolf lift her head, ears flattening.It was Margaret.I answered, “Aria,” her voice flowed through the line, syrup-sweet. “I was just too emotional the other day. Don’t hold it against me. Now that you’re back with the Darvin family, why don’t you stay with us instead of living outside?”My expression didn’t change. My wolf gave a low, unimpressed huff in my chest.“I want to make it up to you,” she continued, layering warmth into every word. “Sophia was so excited when she heard you agreed to come back that she rushed her discharge. I even cooked to celebrate our family reunion.”Cooked. The word should’ve meant comfort.Instead, memories surfaced, memories from when I was still very young. Memories of cold plates, closed doors, I always used to eat alone while they all ate together like a family.Silence stretched.“Aria?” she called again, and I caught it, the crack in her tone. She was b

Aria's POV“You recovered so quick.” I added with a faint smile. “Did they catch the person yet?”I knew and she probably knew that I knew who it was, but she couldn’t say it.Her face was drained of color. “I—I don’t know who it was…Just some crazy person. I’m not worried about that anymore.”“How generous of you not to be worried,” I murmured, my voice silk over steel.Patrick cut in fast. “Alright, alright. It was just scratches. Aria, try your mom’s cooking.”Margaret snapped into motion, ladling soup into a bowl and placing it in front of me. Hunter's broth, red chili oil and fish head.It looked right. I lifted the spoon and took a sip. There was a lot of ginger and garlic in it.Patrick leaned forward. “Well?”I nodded once and set the bowl aside. The sharp, earthy note lingered on my tongue like a mistake. Everything about the meal was wrong. It tasted nothing like my grandma's, not that I wanted it to, but at least, I expected some effort to be put into making it.Patrick qui

Aria's POV“We believe he’s still in Asterfell,” Amelia said. “In the outskirts, likely inside a factory.”Chloe pulled up a map on her tablet and turned it toward me. “Most of the Darvin holdings collapsed. But this one factory? It is still active and is registered under Patrick’s name.”Patrick? Of course.“You think he’s hiding Tyler and his wife there?” I asked, my voice going flat.Jackson’s face flashed in my mind, the way he used to ask about his parents every night. The promise I’d made. I wasn't the kind of wolf that made light promises.Amelia nodded. “The Darvin family is losing allies. No one else would risk sheltering someone this sensitive. Especially not Jackson’s mother.”I exhaled slowly.“Have you sent anyone to scout around the factory?” I asked. “What's the situation there?”Amelia and Chloe exchanged a look.“It is heavily guarded,” Chloe said. “It is too tight for people on foot. We only managed aerial recon.”“The drone we used was sent by Francis,” Amelia added

Aria's POVI spread the folded sheet on the desk. It was a factory floor plan, detailed down to secondary exits and storage zones.My wolf surged triumphantly. I snapped photos fast. My ears stayed locked on the hallway for any footsteps passing.When I was done with taking the pictures, I refolded the paper, slid it back and returned the book at the exact angle it had been.From across the room, nothing looked touched.Next, I went to Patrick’s computer.I powered it up, my fingers flying. I pulled up the mansion’s surveillance system and inserted a USB that would help Chloe remove every footage of me in Patrick's office.She would replace the footage with an empty room so no one would know I set foot here at this time period.When I was done, I shut everything down and was about to slip out when I heard footsteps approaching.It was close. Someone turning the corner. It caught the scent, it was Ann, the housekeeper.I flattened myself against the wall beside the study door, kept my

Aria's POVHe told me everything without hiding any. They had mostly talked about business and establishing connections, just anything at all to keep conversations alive.The car hummed forward again. His gaze lingered on me, thoughtful, like I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve.“So,” he asked, shifting topics, “did you find what you were looking for?”I looked down at my phone. “Yeah. I have sent it to Chloe.”I checked my cellphone. Chloe had already responded with “Received”Only then did the tight coil in my chest loosen.Rowland noticed. Of course he did. He suddenly clutched his chest dramatically. “I barely survived today. So many people. And Sophia…talking to her makes my heart beat weird.”He peeked at me from the corner of his eye. I didn’t look at him. I knew exactly what he was doing.The dramatic sigh, the hand on his chest, the poor me, overworked Alpha act.I kept my face straight, tapping my chin as if in deep thought. “You must be exhausted. You should go home and rest.”