Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back novel Chapter 3

Nathan's POV

I pushed open the bedroom door, and was hit by a cold wind which swirled wildly in the room. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I took in the empty room.

My gaze was drawn to the source of the wind, the windows. They were wide open, curtains thrashing in the storm.

I crossed the room in two strides and slammed the window shut, my claws threatening to break through as the frame rattled under my grip. The wind ceased instantly.

My pulse thundered in my ears. Why does it feel like something's missing? I told myself I didn't care, that she meant nothing to me. She was just another traitor, one who'd sold me out and spat on the name of the Hemsworth family and Ironclaw pack.

Still, I found myself staring at the bed. The deep gray sheets where she used to sleep. My hand rose to my temple, rubbing away the dull ache pulsing behind my eyes.

"She made her choice by staying away," I muttered under my breath, my voice low and rough. "If anything happens to her out there, it's her own doing."

Just then, a faint familiar scent drifted through the air—Lavender and dark honey. Even with the wind's interference, I knew it instantly. It was her scent, Aria's.

My jaw clenched. The darkness in me coiled tighter. "Who's been in this room?" I barked in a sharp voice, "Guards!".

Aria's POV

The night air bit into my skin as the old gate behind Hemsworth Villa creaked open. Every sound felt too loud, too dangerous. Sandra's trembling hand guided me through the narrow passage hidden behind the thorned hedges.

My arms tightened protectively around the small bundle in my arms, my daughter. My little wolf.

Lana stirred softly but didn't cry, as if even in sleep she sensed my fear. The moonlight brushed her tiny face, peaceful and unaware of the chaos we were escaping.

I held her closer, breathing in her faint, sweet scent to steady myself. The chill of the night couldn't touch the warmth she brought me.

"Thank you, Sandra," I whispered, my voice rough from exhaustion and the tears I'd long since run out of. "For everything tonight."

The old housekeeper's eyes glistened. "Don't thank me, Luna Aria. If you hadn't given me that job years ago, I'd never have survived in this city."

She dabbed her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. "You've been through too much already. Are you sure you won't stay?"

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