All Chapters of Alpha's Runaway Bride.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

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

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