Alpha's Runaway Bride.
Maya, a black-haired, black-eyed wolf, has been ostracized by her pack, mistaken for a witch due to her unusual appearance. She perseveres, longing for freedom and true love. Her supposed true love betrays her with her despised sister. Her parents, indifferent to her plight, force her to
participate in the Wolf King's bride selection, a death sentence in her eyes.
Disillusioned, Maya escapes to a chaotic bar, where she saves an Alpha under the influence of an aphrodisiac. This Alpha, unbeknownst to her, is her mate. They spend a passionate night together, but Maya, determined to sever ties with the wolf community, flees before he wakes.
She builds a life in human society and gives birth to triplet Alpha pups. Just as she settles into a peaceful life, a call from her past shatters her illusion. She must return to the wolf pack with her children and face an uncertain fate.
How will the story unfold? How will Maya confront the Wolf King's wrath, especially after secretly bearing his children? Will the pack accept her as their queen despite her witch-like appearance?
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Chapter: Chapter 47. I know Who You Are. Maya falls silent, unable to meet his gaze. She knows, deep down, that he's right.He was trying. It wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough for the pain her children suffered but Jackson had shown her by letting them go that he was willing to make amends.But that doesn't mean she wants this. She doesn't want to be bound to Jackson, to be forced to live a life she never chose."I need some time," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need some time to think."Jackson pauses, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nods slowly. "I understand. But don't take too long, Maya.” He warns cooly.She rises to her feet, needing to escape the suffocating confines of the room. "I'm going to check on the kids," she says, avoiding his gaze.Panic flashes in Jackson's eyes, and he reaches out, his hand closing around her arm. "Maya, please… don't leave. Not yet."His touch sends a jolt through her, a confusing mix of revulsion and… something else. Something she doesn't want to acknowl
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 46. Mates. When Maya awakens, the first thing she registers is the oppressive quiet. It's a silence that hums, a silence that feels heavy with unspoken words and unseen eyes. Then comes the scent – a blend of old wood, ink, and something distinctly Jackson.Her eyes flutter open, and there he is. Jackson.Sitting in the familiar armchair, his gaze fixed on her face, an intensity in his eyes that made her skin crawl. (It was as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her as if she were some fragile, precious thing under a microscope)She froze, every nerve screaming with danger. His eyes were dark, intense, unblinking. The room around her was dimly lit by the weak morning sun filtering through heavy drapes — the familiar antique furniture, the thick burgundy curtains, the heavy scent of old wood and leather. She was back. Back in Jackson’s family house.Hadn't she left here?Why was she back?A jolt of discomfort shoots through her immediately.She shifts slightly, pulling the silk sheet
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 45. To Let Go.Let it be known to all that Jackson has never been a man of words.He leads best with action, with silence, with the understanding that power is best wielded when controlled. But for the first time in his life, he finds himself at a complete loss.Because no matter what he says, no matter how many times he tries—Maya won’t listen.It begins the morning after everything came crashing down.Jackson stands outside her bedroom door, his fingers curled into a fist, poised to knock.For a man who has built his reputation on fear, on command, on the unshakable belief that he is always the strongest in any room imhe steps into—he hesitates.Then he exhales sharply, schooling his features into his usual unreadable mask, and knocks.No response. He knocks again, firmer this time. “Maya.”Silence.His jaw tightens. “I know you’re in there.”More petulant silence.Then, finally—her voice, muffled through the thick wooden door.“Go away.”Jackson clenches his jaw.“I need to talk to you.” His vo
Last Updated: 2025-03-09
Chapter: Chapter 44. Abuse. Jackson watches as the tutors—these same people now groaning at his feet—stand over the triplets, their voices crisp with artificial kindness, their smiles hollow. He watches as Rose hesitates to answer a question. Sees how her small hands tremble, how she glances at her brothers, searching for reassurance. Then— The cold, cruel verdict. Jackson’s jaw tightens. He watches as Aiden raises his hand. Sees the way his little shoulders tense, the way he steps forward without hesitation. And then— The first strike. Jackson doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. The second strike lands, and his fingers curl into a fist. The third— His breath stops. The boy doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t cry. It's not the first time this has happened.Jackson feels something twist inside him, something that makes his stomach lurch and his chest tighten in a way he can’t explain. (The memories he tries to keep buried thrash within him, struggling to rise to the forefro
Last Updated: 2025-03-02
Chapter: Chapter 43. Blame. The study remains silent, thick with emotions. Maya stands in the centre of the room, the golf club resting against her shoulder like a battle-worn sword. The air is sharp with the scent of sweat and fear, broken only by the ragged breathing of the two tutors groaning on the floor. The triplets remain seated at their desks but slowly inch towards each other in the aftermath, seeming to derive comfort from each other. The sight of it ignites something primal in Maya’s chest. Then— The door creaks open. The sound is almost hesitant as if whoever is entering already senses something is wrong. Maya turns slowly, her grip tightening on the club. The tall third tutor steps inside, tall and wiry with a neatly pressed suit and round spectacles. His brow furrows at the eerie stillness of the room. Then his gaze sweeps over the scene— The toppled chairs. The tutors sprawled on the floor, clutching their injuries. The triplets were eerily composed. And finally— Maya. Hi
Last Updated: 2025-02-25
Chapter: Chapter 42. Golf. Jackson drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting against the car door. His gaze flickers toward Maya every few seconds, but she remains eerily silent, her posture stiff, her expression unreadable. That alone is enough to put him on edge. He’s used to Maya being many things—angry, defiant, impulsive. But this? This composed stillness? It’s unsettling. She stares straight ahead, her fingers lightly tapping against her knee in a slow, methodical rhythm. It’s not a nervous tic—it’s calculated, almost as if she’s counting the seconds. Jackson exhales through his nose. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?” Maya doesn’t respond. His grip on the wheel tightens slightly. “You storm into my office like you own the place, demand that I follow you, and now you won’t even tell me why?” Nothing. Jackson’s jaw tics. “You’re being dramatic.” Maya finally shifts, just slightly, but her eyes remain focused on the road. “You’ll see soon enough.” Her voice is
Last Updated: 2025-02-18
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