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Chapter 42. Golf.
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Alpha's Runaway Bride. Chapter 49. Cause for Concern.
They were the catalysts that really cemented Maya's place in his life, that forged the bond between them, a bond that has unexpectedly blossomed into a mate bond.He nods slowly, his eyes locking with Maya's. "Thank you," he says, the words barely audible, but laden with sincerity.He turns his gaze to the children, his heart aching at the sight of their tired little faces.They have endured so much, witnessed horrors that no child should ever have to see.They deserve better. And he will make it better.Abruptly, the alpha's mind drifts back to the moment everything changed—the moment he realised Maya was his mate. As well as the aftermath of it.***(Flashback: The bond)He runs through the manor, the pain flaring, a white-hot brand searing Jackson’s chest as he runs. Mate. The word echoes in the hollow chambers of his heart, a truth he has denied, feared, and unknowingly craved for years.His primal instinct overrides all reason.He runs through the foyer, the heavy oak door s
Alpha's Runaway Bride. Chapter 48. Stay With Me.
Exhaustion clings to Jackson as he steps back into the large foyer of his family manor.He sighs and presses a hand to his nose, taking a moment to lean against one of the granite pillars, hidden from view from anyone passing. He feels so, so tired.Everything, from the meeting with Yuri to the talk with Maya this afternoon, seems to press down on him like a heavy burden on his broad shoulders.But beneath the fatigue, a stronger, more insistent pull tugs at his chest, a magnetic force drawing him towards where he can instinctively sense the supposed other half of his soul.The bond.He is bonded to Maya, the mother of his children.(The woman who infuriates him as well as surprises him with each day he gets to know her)He still can't believe it, even now. The connection feels like a living thing, originally forged in blood and desperation, now fully realised,, it thrives on proximity and on shared energy. He grimaces a bit at another sharper tug, the pull bordering on pain this t
Alpha's Runaway Bride. 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
Alpha's Runaway Bride. 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
Alpha's Runaway Bride. 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
Alpha's Runaway Bride. 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
Alpha's Runaway Bride. 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
Alpha's Runaway Bride. 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
Alpha's Runaway Bride. Chapter 41. Observation is Key.
Maya returns to the manor, bracing herself for another painful encounter with her sons. But what she doesn’t expect— Is to find them diligently attending class.Maya lingers outside the study where they are, pressing her ear to the door. The children’s voices are faint—too faint. She inhales, schooling her expression before stepping inside. The triplets sit at a long wooden table, their hands folded neatly atop their desks. Three tutors stand at the front of the room, their presence suffocating in its rigid formality. Maya barely suppresses a scowl. She doesn’t trust them. But she needs proof before she can get rid of them.Jackson won't listen if she doesn't have it and she knows mentioning her visit to his grandmother would just lead to more tension.She steps forward, folding her arms. “I’d like to sit in on the lesson.” One of the tutors, a woman with sharp cheekbones and sleek black hair, turns. “That won’t be necessary.” Maya stiffens. “Excuse me?” “The ch
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