บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Alvar's Runaway Bride: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CarlThese days, we’re all running on empty at the training grounds. Alvar is colder and tougher than ever, pushing us from dawn till dusk without a break. His eyes are icy, filled with pure determination. We're exhausted, but no one dares to complain. We all know Alvar is holding back a wild energy, just waiting to crack down on his enemy.Nobody talks about that day. The word "wedding" is off-limits. Alvar is so sensitive about it that if anyone accidentally brings it up, he explodes like a wounded beast, taking it out on us. His methods were ruthless before, but now it’s downright terrifying. We suffer in silence, keeping our mouths shut.Tonight, my mom invites me over for dinner. When I walk in, she’s cleaning her room, looking sad as she wipes down the table, sighing like it’s the end of the world. “How did this happen?” she mutters, lost in her own thoughts.I sit at the table and dive into the pasta with pappardini cheese she left for me. With my mouth full, I say, “Stop sayin

RyleeI stare out the window in awe.Is that …my family?The word feels magical, an unreal sensation washing over me as I watch the people playing joyfully in the sunlight below. Their laughter sparkles in the air, illuminating the dull grayness I often feel within myself.Hera’s words echo in my mind, making me hesitate. Am I ready to meet them? Will they accept me? Will they like me?Seeing my uncertainty, Hera pats me reassuringly on the shoulder. “Of course, you need to rest first. I’ll introduce you to them when you’re feeling better. For now, I’ll tell them to give you some space. And that boy, Syd—I’ve already sent him back to Greenvale. You don’t need to worry about anything.”Grateful, I hug her tightly. Her warmth and thoughtfulness bring me comfort, easing my anxiety.After Hera leaves, I step into the shower. This bedroom has a separate toilet, and while there’s no bathtub, the shower is perfect.The warm water envelops me, and I close my eyes, letting the steam rise aroun

RyleeThe Dewey's living room feels cozy, a world away from the luxury style of the Gonzales Mansion. The leather sofas are so big and soft that sitting on them is like sinking into a cloud, making me sleepy. Soft lighting spills onto the floor, wrapping the room in a warm glow. Everything here is so beautiful.Jason and Nina have taken the kids to play, leaving the house quiet for a while. Oliver is helping me set up my cell phone, adding everyone's numbers. Even little 8-year-old Ivy has her own phone in the Dewey household! I watch him curiously as he connects me to the Wi-Fi.“You know, Rylee?” Oliver says with a relaxed tone as he works, “Ivy knows how to use these electronics better than I do. You really need to learn from her.”“Haha, looks like I need to ask her for lessons.” I reply with a smile.Just then, Hera sits beside me, her face gentle with a smile. “How are you feeling?” she asks, concern in her tone.“Fine and relaxed,” I respond. “I didn’t realize everyone would be

Rylee“We’ll leave the day after tomorrow,” I answer Lucas as I fold another shirt. He’s standing by the bed, watching me pack with a pout on his face.“Can’t you take me with you?” he begs. “I’ve never been to the States. Please, Rylee, you’re my favorite cousin!”I turn and gently squeeze his chubby cheeks. “Lucas, this isn’t a vacation. It’s dangerous. Your brother and I are going on a scouting mission. He knows herbalism, healing, and geology. What can you offer?”Lucas frowns, flexing his arms. “I’m strong! I can help fight off the bad guys!” He strikes a pose, showing off his muscles.I laugh and push him away playfully. “You can’t even beat me in a fight, muscle boy. And you’re still waiting for your wolf. Get back to me when you’ve got one.” I turn to organize my desk, grabbing a book to take with me—studies can’t be neglected, even on a mission.“Rylee, Grandma said to send you to the living room,” Lila says, bursting in. She glances at Lucas and smirks. “You’d just slow them

RyleeSteve's face pales instantly, his pupils dilating in fear. He denies what I said right away. "What? What are you babbling about? Of course your mom died giving birth to you."Oliver's voice is laced with anger. "Rylee, let's kidnap him. Jason has ways of making him spill the truth."I shake my head. As much as I want to, as much as I hate him, Steve is still the Alpha of Greenvale. The people here still need him. I can't drag innocent people down with me—they deserve to live.Steve shudders at the mention of Jason, the man who’s usually all smiles with me but clearly terrifies Steve. "You... you found the Deweys," he says incredulously.I offer a false smile. "More than that. I'm living with them." I gesture for Zen to snatch his backpack away. Steve fights for a moment but loses."Okay... fine." He cringes. "I'll tell you."I hold my breath, watching as his eyes dart around. "Your mom found out about Joanne and me and got mad. She fell down the stairs by accident, so she had a