Lahat ng Kabanata ng Escape of The Alpha’s Wife: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter – Alpha KaelZoey’s PovWho exactly is Alpha Kael? I knew almost all the powerful Alphas in the country and surrounding regions—Lyon always had one business or another with them. They would feast in the palace, so I was familiar with many faces and names. Every harvest season, dozens of Alphas would troop into the palace with their Lunas. I remember the beautiful dresses I wore—but not once did Lyon compliment me.During those feasts, I had to speak to the Alphas. I knew their names. But I had never heard of an Alpha Kael.“Alpha Kael? Who is he?” I asked, scratching the back of my head. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. They had found a solution, and here I was asking questions. But I needed to know who this man was. Honestly, I was thinking about the consequences of the sanctuary law. I was going to be taken away from my grandmother—again.“Why do you ask that?” Nana said. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or confused. It felt like everything that had happened to me was still

Chapter – The Face Behind the NameZoey’s POVI couldn’t sleep.I tossed. I turned. I sat up. I got back down. Nothing worked. My thoughts just wouldn’t let me rest.I had made my decision—I was going to move in with Alpha Kael. But that didn’t stop the fear.What if he was worse than Lyon?What if he turned me in?What if I made the wrong decision—again?The night felt endless. My room was quiet, yet my mind was loud. The moonlight poured in through the window, and I just kept staring at it like it would whisper the right answer to me.By the time the sun started to rise, I was already sitting at the edge of the bed, fully awake. My fingers were laced together tightly on my lap, my shoulders tense. I heard voices outside and walked to the window. It was Tiara—she was standing by her car, throwing a small bag into the back seat.Without thinking, I rushed out of the room.“Tiara!” I called out as I stepped into the soft morning sun.She turned to look at me. “Hey, you’re up early.”“A

Chapter – Not a Damsel in Distress, Just Zoey . Zoey’s POVAll day at the cake bar, my mind refused to stay still.Even as I served customers, packed slices, and wiped down tables, my thoughts kept drifting back to him. Kael. The way his eyes met mine. The way he said, “We should get to know each other.”What kind of Alpha says something like that?It wasn’t just his words that stuck with me—it was the way he said them. Calm. Soft. Like he didn’t see me as a problem or a burden. He saw me as… a person.Even when I tried to focus, my thoughts would circle back. His smile. The way he leaned casually on the counter like this place was his second home.Kael was different. And that scared me a little.By evening, the air outside had cooled. Tiara and I closed up the cake bar, locking the doors and flipping the sign to Closed. She held her purse and looked at me.“Wanna take the long way home?” she asked.I nodded. I needed fresh air—space to breathe.We ended up at the small park nearby.

Chapter: From his PovZoey’s POVThe evening was quiet. The wind moved gently through the trees, and the sun was slowly disappearing behind the clouds. I sat on the porch with Nana, a warm cup of mint tea in my hands. The wooden chair creaked softly each time I moved. Nana sat beside me, her knitting needles clicking lightly.We had been quiet for a while. It was peaceful. The kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward—it felt like home.Then Nana spoke.“Zoey,” she said, her voice soft, “talk to me about your marriage.”I looked at her, surprised. I wasn’t expecting that. But I guess I should have. Nana always knew what was on my mind, even when I tried to hide it.“I don’t know what to say,” I said, staring at the sky.“Say anything. Just talk to me,” she replied, her eyes warm.I took a deep breath. “It was hard, Nana. From the very beginning, everything felt forced. Lyon didn’t want to marry me. I didn’t want to marry him either. But we had to.”She nodded but didn’t interrupt.“I f

Chapter- The Moon celebration.Lyon’s POVHow do you move on from someone who once held an important role in your life?I woke up with that question in my head.The morning sky was clear. I could hear the sound of workers moving around, going on with their day. It’s been the same routine every day since she left and never came back. Waking up, the annoying house workers, my father and the council grumbling, pack duties piling up—but still, I would sit in my study, writing letters to my dead Luna.Grabbing my journal, I flipped through the pages. I had written so much over the past few days. I wondered what it would have felt like if I had actually said all those words to her out loud.“Mira… I hope you’re happy wherever you are.How’s the weather over there?When my little sister died, my mom used to say she was up in a happy place.Are you happy?Do you still take care of flowers?I really miss you, and it’s driving me crazy.I wonder if you feel the same about me.I sit down every