Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway To My Alpha Brother-In-Law: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I’m drowning in darkness, held in its vice-like grip, a weight pressing in from all sides. The air is thick and heavy, each breath a struggle that brings only more despair instead of relief. It’s as though I’m caught in some endless, inky void, with shadows clawing at me, pulling me deeper, binding me tighter. I can hear voices, distant and distorted, like whispers floating through the fog, just beyond reach. I try to make out their words, but they slip away like sand through my fingers, leaving only fragments—broken, mocking echoes that tear through my mind.My head pulses with a dull ache, a rhythm that matches the frantic beating of my heart, which pounds hard enough that I can feel it reverberating through every cell, every nerve. It’s a familiar pain, an old hurt I thought I’d buried, one I thought I’d left far behind. But here it is again, rising up from the depths like some vengeful ghost, and I can’t escape it. I was doing better. I’d convinced myself I was

[--Esmarie Cruz--]I’m startled awake by the sound of groaning, small wails breaking through the quiet of the night. At first, my instinct is to think it’s one of the twins—maybe one of them stirred from a bad dream, or they’re hungry—but it’s not them. My maternal instincts kick in, and I’m halfway out of bed before I realize it’s not coming from the nursery downstairs.It’s Kaiser.His muffled, strained sounds send a jolt of panic through me. He’s somewhere in the room, his voice low and ragged, like he’s fighting off some invisible demon. I fumble in the dark, trying to make sense of what’s happening. Then I hear something else—a small thud. Something shattered.My heart races, adrenaline kicking in. Without thinking, I rush to the ground, finding him crouched beside the bed, knees drawn to his chest. His phone is shattered into pieces on the floor. What the hell happened?“Kaiser!” I reach for him instinctively, wanting to comfort him, to pull him into my arms and figure out what’

[--Kaiser Volkov--]When I awoke a few hours later, I kind of hoped last night had been nothing but a bad dream. It wasn’t. Esmarie was in my bed reading a book on how to raise alpha twins. I felt a bit sad for her. She’d taken care of me through the night, and likely her twins as well. I also feel sweaty and gross, and I cried in front of her. Geezus, what am i a loser?Crying in front of her, freaking out over medication... I am not insane... or at least I wasn’t until I snapped. Just like Jacob said, I’m spiraling.I turned to lay on my back.“Oh you’re up, how are you feeling?”“Like crap. What happened to the AC?”“It went off in the middle of the night. I think the power is out in the whole house. I brought the twins up.” she pointed to the side of the room closest to her and I saw the twin alphas drooling in their crib.“The power line must have tripped off. Someone will turn it back on in three hours. I can get the backup generator working.”“Okay, do you need me to-”“No, it’

[--Esmarie Cruz--]The wailing of two infants slices through the quiet of the early morning, pulling me abruptly from my drifting thoughts. Beside me, Kaiser stiffens, his gaze turning sharply toward the door of his office. Without exchanging a word, we both rush our and head to his bedroom, instincts pushing us forward. When we reach them, I see that the twins—small, fragile, and loud—are indeed fine, though they’re red-faced and flailing, letting out cries as if their world has tipped off its axis.I have this urge to tell myself it’s unlike my children to cry without reason, to reassure myself that something must have set them off, but I know better. They’re babies—barely two months old. Expecting them to stay calm and content at all times is idiotic, no matter how perfect they seem in their brief, peaceful moments of sleep. I haven’t kept exact count of the days, but I do know that every one of them feels fleeting, a small and precious chapter gone in an instant. I’m afraid they’l

[--Esmarie Cruz--]There’s a saying that sometimes life hands you a gift wrapped in shadows. You don’t know if what you’re holding is a blessing or something darker—you just have to feel your way forward, hoping for light but preparing for anything. This saying applies best to my discovery of Kaiser’s feelings for me. Martha and I had an awkward picnic after that.Then she took me back home, where I texted Kaiser. I now regret doing that because he hadn’t returned to the house since then. It’s currently twelve midnight, and I haven’t been able to think about anything else but him.He was in love with me. Is he still in love with me? And I finally understood something that hadn’t clicked into place. Kaiser had told Martha some of his past. She was judgment-free, so he could open up to her. That can explain why he told her about me and the kiss, but he told Jacob, too. and he doesn't trust that man.He wouldn’t have done that had he not... maybe I’m thinking too much into this but goodn