All Chapters of Escape of The Alpha’s Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter -The MadkingLyon’s Pov. For seven agonizing days, the cry followed me like a cursed shadow.It was always there.Sometimes faint like it was coming from the wind. Other times, it was loud—piercing—right in my ear, waking me in the middle of the night. It never stopped. Not even when I was in meetings with councilmen or sparring in the training grounds. Not even in the bath or under the moonlight.There was no baby. I had made peace with that fact.This wasn’t a child in the walls.It was something else entirely. Something… worse.Maybe I was being punished. Maybe I had done something so vile that the gods had decided to send me a haunting cry as judgment. Maybe I had killed the child’s parents. Maybe I had ripped someone’s world apart so badly that now their orphaned soul cried through mine.Whatever it was, I had no choice but to live with it.But I didn’t live well.I turned colder. Harsher.And the one who suffered the most was Serena.The sound made me feel like my skull

Chapter- A New Pregnancy Lyon’s POV“I’m pregnant.”Her voice rang through the room like a bell — sharp, high, and impossible to ignore.I froze mid-step at the threshold of the hall, my fingers tightening around the edge of the doorframe. Every head in the room turned toward her. Serena stood in the center, one hand placed delicately on her belly, the other curled like she needed support. Her eyes were wide and glistening — too wide, too glistening — like she’d rehearsed the look a thousand times in front of a mirror.Silence hovered.Then my mother let out a gasp. “Oh, Serena… oh my stars!” She rushed forward, wrapping her in an embrace like they were long-lost sisters instead of two women bound by title and formality.My father clapped once, then nodded stiffly. “Congratulations.”I just stood there.The air felt tight around my ribs. My heart didn’t leap. My lungs didn’t move. I didn’t feel joy. Or fear. Or even anger.Just… stillness. i didn’t even know what to say . Serena tur

Chapter- This Was Really BadZoey’s POVI stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the blazer Kael had picked out for me — soft beige, sharp collar, sleeves rolled just above the elbow. It made me look like someone important, which felt ironic considering my stomach was twisting with nerves.Kael had smiled at me earlier and said, “You’ll be representing me today at the business proposal showcase. Just sit, observe, and maybe say a few things. You’re ready.”I didn’t feel ready.I was still mentally planning my son’s first birthday. He was turning one in just a few weeks, and all I could think about was cake, streamers, and whether or not a tiny suit would make him uncomfortable. He was already walking, babbling, laughing — my entire world wrapped in one tiny, perfect boy.But I tucked those thoughts away and smiled at Nana as I kissed my son’s forehead.“Mama will be back soon,” I whispered. “Be good for Nana, okay?”He giggled and reached for my necklace. I swallowed the ache and l

Chapter- The Investigation. Darian’s POVI wasn’t sleeping much these days.Not after what I saw.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. That brief flicker of panic when our eyes met. Zoey was alive .I hadn’t told Lyon. I couldn’t. Not yet. Telling him without proof would be like opening a wound with no bandage in sight. I needed more. I needed answers, So tomorrow i was going to investigate more . That’s why I found myself walking down the east corridor of the pack house at an ungodly hour, where no one usually lingered unless they had something to hide.And sure enough, as I rounded the corner near the sitting lounge, I heard muffled voices.I slowed my pace. The voices were low and tense. I recognized Serena’s almost immediately — sharp, high-pitched when she was anxious, but she was trying to whisper. The other belonged to her mother. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the way Serena’s hands flew through the air, and her mother kept hushing her with firm gestures,

Chapter - What Do You Want To Do?Zoey’s POV“Nana!” I burst through the door, my breath ragged and my heart pounding like a war drum.She rushed out from the room, her face pale. “Zoey, thank God you’re back. Come—come quickly.”I didn’t wait to ask. I followed her into the bedroom, and my heart nearly dropped when I saw him.My baby.He was lying there, limp and burning with fever, his small body twitching every few seconds.“He’s been convulsing,” Nana whispered, dipping a cloth in cool water and dabbing his head. “It started maybe twenty minutes ago.”I rushed to his side, my hands trembling as I touched his forehead. “Oh my God… oh my baby…”“I gave him the fever drops, but it’s not breaking. He needs rest… and you.”I sat down beside him, barely holding myself together.“I saw someone today,” I said, my voice hoarse.Nana paused, glancing at me. “Who?”I shook my head. “Not someone. Something. I was at the market, and this man …this old, wild- looking man , i have seen him befo