บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Runaway Bride.: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

She presses the phone into Maya's hands, her eyes constantly moving, watching for any sign of discovery. "Please be careful. If Master Jackson finds out...""He won't," Maya assures her, quickly tucking the phone into the pocket of her dress. "Thank you."The maid gives a short nod before slipping away, vanishing among the towering bookshelves as silently as she appeared. Maya waits a few moments, ensuring no one else is around, before hurrying from the library. Her feet carry her swiftly through the mansion's corridors.When she finally reaches her room, she closes the door behind her with trembling hands, turning the lock with an audible click. The phone feels like it's burning a hole in her pocket. She pulls it out, her fingers shaking as she powers it on and finds the single number stored in its memory.The phone rings three times before a familiar voice answers. "Maya?""Yuri," she breathes, tears suddenly springing to her eyes at the sound of her lover's voice. "Oh god, Yuri

Cold silence spread throughout the mansion. Panic and worry engulfed the eyes of the maids and guards, this was all far too crazy to digest, to think that it all happened just like that in a single snap of the finger, Maya had lost her boys.No! They weren’t lost, they were stolen from her.A familiar silent footstep carefully approaches her from behind as she sobs on the floor.“Madam,” Mrs. Page called harshly as if intending to snap her off her daydreaming; she certainly was not giving a damn about reading the room. All heads turn, and a small gasp escapes the lips of the concerned maids, but Maya remains unchanged. Her head lowered with Rose wrapped tightly in her arms as though she had gone mad. If someone were to tell her that she would be in a worse fate than she was years ago, she’d laugh it off, but now here she was, weeping for her children.Of course, Mrs Page did not take it too well that she was being ignored.“Would everyone stop staring like you had just watched an op

Chapter: RunJackson moves quickly, pulling on his clothes and grabbing his coat. His mind races with possibilities, none of them good. His grandmother has always been ruthlessly traditional, obsessed with maintaining the purity of the carter bloodline. The boys - his sons - would be seen as both a threat and an opportunity in her eyes.Bursting through the hotel's exit doors, Jackson finds Marcus already waiting with the car."Sir, the airport-" David begins."Check the weather reports," Jackson snaps, already sliding into the back seat.Marcus' face is grim as he consults his tablet. "All flights are grounded, sir. The storm system is moving back in. They're saying it could be hours before-"Jackson doesn't wait to hear the rest. He's already out of the car, striding toward the tree line that borders the hotel property. His wolf is clawing at the surface, demanding release."Sir?" His beta calls after him. "What should I tell-""Handle it," Jackson growls, his voice already deep

Suddenly, jacksons brow furrows as his phone rings, looking away from the woman to pull out the device and pick up the call.Maya barely hears him. Her mind is still trapped in the echo of the grandmother’s words, malicious glee laced into every syllable, wrapping around her like thorns. Jackson killed them….Jackson murdered four women in his life.What did that mean for maya?What did that mean for the children? God…. Her children. Her babies. Her breath shudders out, unsteady, and for a moment, the world around her fades—too sharp and too dull at the same time. The warmth of the room bleeds into a suffocating chill, the air thick with something unseen but heavy, like storm clouds before a downpour. Somewhere on the edge of her spiraling mind, Jackson's voice cuts through the haze. "I was right," he says into the phone, his tone unreadable, the low timbre vibrating against the silence in the room. “They had them.” Maya blinks, barely processing the words. Then, reali

Two days pass. And nothing changes. The boys remain distant, their eyes dull and their words clipped. They only speak when spoken to. They only interact with her at meal times, and even then, they keep their answers short. Rose is torn. She clings to Maya whenever she can, seeking comfort, but she also keeps looking at her brothers—unsure whether to follow their lead or stay by her mother’s side. Maya tries. She really tries.She sits with them at breakfast and attempts to engage them in conversation. Nothing. She invites them to play, to read, to go outside. Nothing. She even bakes their favorite cookies—warm, gooey chocolate chip, the ones they always fight over. They eat them in silence. No smiles. No laughter. No, ‘Mama, can I have more?’ Maya breaks. The third night, after another failed attempt to reach them, she snaps. “Enough,” she says, slamming her hands onto the dinner table. The triplets flinch. Maya’s voice trembles. “I don’t care what’s