Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Nathan’s POV

I urged Collins to drive faster back to Hemsworth Villa.

Aria might have agreed to rest, but I knew her better than she knew herself. She wouldn’t sleep. Not until Lana was back in her arms. That woman could wait three nights straight without blinking if it meant protecting someone she loved.

She was stubborn, exhausting and admirable.

Goddess, she was all of it at once.

“How much longer?’ I snapped, my voice low, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath skin.

Collins didn’t flinch. “Five minutes, Alpha.”

Five minutes.

my

I curled my grip around Lana a little tighter. She was safe. Aria would see her soon. So why was my chest still tight? Why was my wolf still snarling, unsettled?

I didn’t understand it.

But Collins obeyed, pushing the engine until it roared.

Five minutes later, I was at Aria’s door, Lana nestled securely in my arms. I knocked once.

The sound jolted through the room.

The door flew open.

Aria stood there, her eyes red and raw, and the second she saw Lana in my arms, she broke.

“Lana!” Her voice cracked as she grabbed her daughter from me, clutching her so tightly I could feel her wolf finally exhale.

Her scent hit me. Her heartbeat slowed as she inhaled the baby’s scent, the baby’s warmth. All the walls she carried like armor collapsed in an instant. She wasn’t the fierce woman who fought me at every turn.

She was just… a mother.

And it froze me.

I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t even breathe.

Her hair fell softly across her cheek, framing her face, the face of a woman who had survived too much, fought too hard, yet still trembled at the thought of losing her child. Her lashes trembled, catching the dim light. Something inside me twisted painfully.

My pulse jumped

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I forced myself to shake off the uneasy flutter in my chest and focus on what mattered which was feeding Lana. My hands were still trembling but I steadied the bottle and brought it to her lips.

She latched on instantly, sucking with small, desperate gulps.

The kitchen fell silent except for her soft and rhythmic swallowing, grounding me more than any deep breath ever could.

Lana, never still for even a heartbeat, grabbed Nathan’s thumb with one hand and my own with the other, giggling as she tugged us closer.

Her tiny fingers brushed mine against his.

A jolt shot through me sharp and unsettling.

My wolf stiffened, startled.

Why?

Why did something as innocent as a touch feel like a spark?

Nathan didn’t react at all. His gaze stayed gentle on Lana, steady, unruffled, maddeningly unreadable.

Don’t overthink.

Don’t be stupid, Aria.

When Lana finally let go, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

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