All Chapters of Alpha's Runaway Bride.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Morning light spills through the gaps in the heavy curtains, painting stripes across the bedroom floor. Maya stirs, a soft groan escaping her lips as she stretches, every muscle in her body protesting the lingering tension. She glances at the three small forms nestled beside her, their faces peaceful in sleep.She lingers there for a moment, just watching them, a wave of tenderness washing over her. Aiden, his dark hair tousled, his brow furrowed even in slumber. Eli, his small hand still clutching that worn stuffed dragon, his lips curved in a faint smile. And Rose, her red curls a riot of color against the white pillowcase, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.They are her world, her everything. And she will do whatever it takes to protect them.But even as she makes that silent vow, a shadow of doubt creeps into her mind. Are they truly safe here? Has she made the right decision, staying with Jackson, binding herself and her children to his dangerous, unpredictab

Evening settles over the house like a slow, dark wave. The heavy silence in Maya’s room almost feels like a physical weight pressing against her chest. She sits on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously tracing the smooth surface of the phone Emma slipped into her hand weeks ago, the one for Yuri.It had been in her bag.She wondered if Jackson noticed when he brought her unconscious body. Or maybe he did. Maybe he just didn’t care. The thought twists inside her like a cold knot.Her lips press together tightly, biting down on the inside of her cheek as she stares down at the device. The glow of its screen is faint, almost mocking in the dim light. She hasn’t called, hasn’t dared to use it. A tremor runs through her hands. She knows she needs to call. She has to. But the fear of what she’ll hear, what she’ll say, what might break between her and the one person who used to be her lifeline pins her in place.The silence stretches. Maya exhales sharply, bitter and shaky. ‘Man u

A chime echoes from within, its tone ancient and discordant. Maya waits, her heart pounding in her chest.The door creaks open, revealing a woman who seems as old as time itself. Her face is a roadmap of wrinkles, her eyes are dark and piercing, and her hair is a tangled mass of grey. She wears a long, flowing robe, adorned with strange symbols and beads."You are Maya," the woman says, her voice raspy. "A really loud woman said you would come."Maya nods, her throat tight. "Yes. Lily sent me. I… I need your help."The woman gestures for her to enter. Maya steps inside, crossing the threshold.The interior of the house is even more cluttered and chaotic than the exterior. Shelves overflow with books, jars, and strange artifacts. Incense burns in a corner, filling the air with a heavy, cloying scent."Come," the woman says, leading Maya through the maze of objects. "Tell me what you need.”Maya nods, swallowing hard. “I need you to do something for me. I need to break a bond—”“Ah,”

She pauses, letting her words sink in, her gaze unwavering. "I'm not asking for details of pack business, I'm not demanding classified information about your enemies, I'm not trying to pry into things that are none of my concern. I'm asking you to trust me with your story. With the things that make you, you."She reaches out, her hand hovering hesitantly before gently touching his arm, her fingertips barely brushing against the thick fabric of his shirt. He stiffens at her touch, his muscles coiling beneath her fingers, but he doesn't pull away, doesn't break the contact. It's a small victory, a sign that perhaps, just perhaps, he's not completely closed off to her."I want to know the real Jackson," she continues, her voice soft but firm, laced with a quiet determination. "Not the person your pack knows and fears, not the ruthless alpha Carter that strikes terror into the hearts of his enemies, but the man beneath the surface. The one you keep locked away, hidden from everyone, inc

Hours later, back in the manor, Maya still isn't sold on the idea.She still feels heat burn her cheeks when she thinks about what she's about to ask the alpha.'sleep with him?’ she thinks with a touch of hysteria.Was Agnes really insane? Maybe all those visions of hers had finally driven her off the deep edge! There was no way that was going to fly over with both of them, not even taking into account what the kids might think.(Gods the kids! She already had three of them, what if they did- okay! Maya, end that thought now! No need to think that far! Fuck, what was wrong with her?)But it was the only way she had been shown to end this stupid bond, so Maya was going to take it.Bracing herself, she tracks him down, using Intel from the servants and her own intuition.Finally, she finds him in the general library, surrounded by towering shelves of ancient books, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pores over a leather-bound volume in the dark, using a only small lamp as a light