Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Aria’s POV

“Aria, you’re not getting paid this month.”

Anita Clark, from the Community Board slapped a slip of paper in front of me as if she couldn’t stand to touch it or me. Her mouth twisted into that familiar look of disgust I’d come to know too well from people

who thought they were above me.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. The broom slipped in my raw, cracked hands, the cold chill biting straight through my gloves.

I blinked at her. “What did you just say? That can’t be right. It’s only the second of the month.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “I’ve still got twenty-eight days left to work. How can I already have lost a whole month’s pay?”

Three thousand dollars – gone.

That was food, heat, diapers. Everything Lana and I needed. My chest tightened, a low whine catching in my throat before I swallowed it down.

My wolf pressed against the inside of my ribs, angry and protective.

Anita stood there in her thick fur coat, smug and warm while the wind cut me open. Her hot dog steamed in the air, the smell making my empty stomach cramp. “And you have the nerve to ask why?” she

sneered.

“Someone reported a missing gold necklace in the section you cleaned yesterday. Said you took it. You really thought you could pocket it and no one would notice?”

My nails dug into the broom handle. My wolf’s claws prickled beneath the surface, itching to show

themselves.

“We need cleaners, not thieves,” she continued. “Docking just one month’s pay is me being merciful.”

Merciful.

Is she really being serious right now?. Lana shifted in her sling against my chest, letting out a soft whimper. I stroked her back gently, forcing my voice to stay calm. “There’s been a mistake. I never saw

any necklace, let alone take it.”

“Oh, please.” Anita took a slow bite of her hot dog, her eyes gleaming with condescension. “You think I’ll fall for your lies? If it weren’t for you, I’d still be in my warm office instead of freezing my ass off out here. I should’ve known better than to hire you. I’ve said my piece. Now get to work and make sure this area’s spotless.”

She gestured toward the pavement where her own trash scattered at her boots, and turned as if I didn’t exist.

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The growl rose before I could stop it. It was low and dangerous. My hand shot out, grabbing her arm. “So you expect me to clean this whole street all month and not get paid a cent?” My voice came out rougher, my eyes flashing gold for a heartbeat.

“I want to see the security footage. The cameras will prove I didn’t steal anything.”

For a second, she froze. I bet she hadn’t expected my reaction. After a few seconds she scoffed and shoved me away. “The footage is corrupted. Nothing was recorded.”

Liar. I could smell it on her. I clenched my jaw. “Then you can’t accuse me,” I said, stepping closer. “If there’s no video, how do you know the necklace was even dropped in my section? Or that I took it?”

Anita clicked her tongue, feigning pity. “Well, aren’t you clever, Aria. So now I’m framing you? Go ahead, take me to court if you think you can. You’re nothing but bad luck.”

Her words hit like cold water.

She turned on her heel, strutting away, her heels tapping their arrogant rhythm on the pavement.

I stood frozen, my pulse pounding in my ears. Fury and frustration tangled in my chest until I could barely breathe. The air was sharp with frost, but all I felt was heat-burning, rising, threatening to slip past my control.

My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, sensing my rage, urging me to fight back, to bare my teeth

and tear something apart.

But I couldn’t. Not here.

Because I knew the truth. Even if I took this to court, they’d drag up my past. The prison record. The mugshot. The whispers about the “unstable mother.” No one would believe me. Not a wolf. Not an ex-

con. Not someone like me.

So what now? Was I supposed to just roll over and let them trample me?

Three thousand dollars. Once, that would’ve been nothing – pocket change for a night out. But that was before Lana. Before tiny hands and sleepless nights. Before I learned what real hunger and love felt like

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