Chapter 137

Chapter 137: A Kind Alpha's Comfort in the Night's Despair

### Aria's POV

I limped down the deserted street, each step sending sharp pain through my twisted ankle. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision in the dim streetlight. The night air bit at my exposed skin—my waitress uniform offering little protection against the cold.

Lucian's cruel words replayed in my mind like a broken record.

*I hate it when dirty women like her dare to touch me. There is nothing pretty about her.*

A sob tore from my throat, raw and painful. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold together the pieces he had shattered with such casual cruelty.

Four years. Four years of rebuilding myself, and in less than a minute, he'd reduced me to rubble again.

My ankle gave out, and I stumbled against a lamppost, clinging to it for support. The metal was cold against my palms, grounding me in the present moment even as my past threatened to drown me.