Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Aria’s POV

“My freedom,” I said quietly.

Peter’s voice broke slightly as he spoke. “Aria, have you really thought this through?”

He was staring at the signature again, like he couldn’t believe I’d actually done it, signed the divorce

papers.

I could feel his gaze, heavy with disbelief, but I didn’t flinch. “I was too obsessed before,” I said quietly, pressing my lips together. “Now I’ve figured it out.”

My words were calm, but my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as if testing the truth of what I’d said. She didn’t growl, just sighed. Even she was tired of chasing the ghost of a bond that had never been real.

A faint smile curved my lips. My hair fell across my face, and for once, I didn’t bother to tuck it away.

Peter stared at me like he didn’t recognize who I was anymore. Maybe he didn’t. The Aria he remembered had burned too brightly for an Alpha who never looked her way. This new version of me was quieter, colder, like moonlight on still water. My wolf had changed too, once fierce and full of longing, now silent and watchful.

I saw the flicker of emotion in Peter’s eyes before he ducked his head. He was blushing.

“Good that you’ve figured it out,” he murmured, his tone softer now. Then, as if realizing the air had grown too heavy, he added quickly, “Lana’s probably getting hungry. I brought her bottle.”

I exhaled, grateful for the change. Neither of us wanted to keep peeling open old wounds.

He took us to a new restaurant by the river. The night breeze carried the scent of damp earth and lake water. It was refreshing and wild. My wolf stretched inside me, feeling content. Lana, who had been drowsy in the car, perked up, her tiny hands reaching toward the lights outside the window.

When she caught Peter’s gaze, she smiled, a little flash of sunlight that melted even his usually composed demeanor. A warm smile etched itself onto Peter’s face as he watched her.

Dinner was quiet. I’d never been much of an eater, and my appetite was worse since… everything. I pushed the food around on my plate more than I ate it.

Peter had chosen a window seat, the perfect view of the lake reflecting the fading sun. The water shimmered like liquid silver, and for a heartbeat, I imagined running beside it in my wolf form, fast and free.

But then the reflection in the glass reminded me of the scar that crossed my cheek. Peter noticed too. His eyes darkened with something between pity and pain.

Peter didn’t ask what had happened to me in that year behind bars. He didn’t need to. My silence said

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enough.

I saw the tension in his jaw, the faint tremor in his hand under the table. He was a bit uneasy, I could

sense it. Anger, regret, frustration all rolled off him in faint waves.

He glanced at his phone and frowned. “Aria, there’s an emergency meeting at the company. I have to be

there.”

I nodded. “It’s fine. I’m done eating anyway.

“What a shame,” he sighed. “I booked a private screening room at the theater near my office. It’s too late

to cancel.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t in the mood for movies or crowds, but when our eyes met, I realized what he was trying to do. He wanted to help me, help me remember what it felt like to live again.

“Okay,” I said softly.

He smiled, visibly relieved, and escorted me to the theater entrance.

Peter pressed two tickets into my hand and bent down to tickle Lana’s tiny fingers. “Sweetheart, I’ll come get you and Mommy real soon,” he said, his voice gentle. Then, as if remembering something, he pulled a shawl from the car and draped it over my shoulders. “It’s getting chilly. Don’t catch a cold.”

His thoughtfulness caught me off guard. A feeling of warmth spread within me.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

With Lana in my arms, I turned toward the entrance of the cinema.

Nathan’s POV

My office was quiet. I’d been buried in contracts for hours, my wolf restless beneath my skin, pacing like

a caged beast. Paperwork never came easy to me.

The stack in front of me was more than just ink and signatures. It was a distraction. Anything to keep my

mind off her.

The scent of ink, stale coffee, and exhaustion filled the room, until a knock came at my door.

“Come in,” I said, my voice rough from disuse.

It was Peter Clarke.

His nervous energy hit me like static as the door creaked open. “Alpha Nathan, this document is urgent and needs your signature.”

My brows furrowed the instant he spoke. Aria had once spoken highly of him, she had trained him even. After she left, he’d gone ghost, barely showing his face. Now, suddenly, here he was.

I lifted my gaze He stood there with that polished look. He wore new suit, gold frames, but the scent of

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fear clung to him stronger than cologne. My wolf didn’t like it. Neither did I.

“What kind of document requires you to deliver it personally?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. My tone came out lower than I intended, edged with the growl that slipped through when I was tired. 1

He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact. His fingers twitched on the folder. “I just remembered it suddenly and didn’t want to bother the staff.”

I let my gaze drift toward the document he was clutching. “Just leave it there. I’ll have Collins take care of it before I leave.”

“It’s pretty urgent,” he pressed. “I’ll just wait here while you sign it and take it with me. No need to trouble Collins.”

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