All Chapters of Escaping From My Ruthless Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Maybe I had been too cautious. Or maybe too unsure of everything—of them, of this strange place, of the shimmering potion that tasted too sweet to be trusted. The moment it slid down my throat, a cool sensation rippled through me, wrapping around my ribs like chains made of ice. My limbs tensed, and the tips of my fingers tingled with a strange numbness. Then, Alpha Paleframe entered, his heavy boots echoing across the stone floor as he strode toward the statue in the middle of the temple—the Golden Moon glinting in the torchlight above. His eyes locked onto mine. "Come here, Mauve. We will see whether you have a werewolf or not," he said, his voice unwavering—authoritative, as if refusal wasn’t an option. Before I could gather the courage to protest, Marcus and the others appeared behind me. I flinched instinctively, my hand going to my abdomen. My child. My baby. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright. Just go ahead,” Marcus urged, his tone unusually soft. I shook my head, st

"I would like to invite you into my pack officially, Mauve," Alpha Paleframe announced, his voice calm yet heavy with expectation. He extended a glass of wine toward himself with a graceful flick of his wrist, then carefully placed a steaming cup of mixed herb tea in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around the warm ceramic, the herbal scent mingling with the air like a whisper of comfort. My eyes lowered, staring at the soft swirl on the surface of the tea. Thousands of thoughts tangled in my mind — raw, scattered, and deep. My grip tightened slightly around the cup before I lifted my head slowly. "I would love to... if you accept me as a commoner," I said evenly, locking eyes with him. "I don’t want to be a part of this family." Alpha Paleframe blinked, visibly stunned. His hand, still holding the wine glass, lowered it slowly onto the table with a faint clink. His composed expression faltered for a moment, and a tight, bitter smile curved at the edge of his lips. His brows pulle

Mauve,After a week in this Pack, I still felt like a stranger in my own life. I have settled into a house, two storey with a beautiful yard. The tales I used to mock—the whispered legends of Moon-blessed Healers, the mythical connection between the divine and the flesh—those things I never believed in. Not really. As a child, I had laughed at the way others bowed their heads to the Moon Goddess, seeking blessings and cures in her name. I used to follow them. Praying to her for a bit happiness. This or that... All kid's wishes. But soon I realized I wasn't blessed by her. Not even for slightest. I believed in science. In cold facts. In things I could see and dissect. That’s why I chose medicine. That’s why I stayed away from magic.It wasn’t just logic. It was survival. Wolves rejected me. My scentless body didn’t belong in Pack hospitals or sacred grounds. I didn’t shift. I didn’t feel the pull of a pack bond. So I kept myself grounded in things I could control—studying anatomy, c

Mauve,Reluctantly, I opened the door. My body was already fighting to survive the morning sickness. Now, this living ghost was enough to add to the weight."What brought Luna Paleframe here?" I asked, my voice calm, but there was an edge to convey the message that I wasn't pleased with her sudden appearance.But instead of answering me, she pushed past me and walked inside the house. She scanned the house and looked at me."So, you have dared to come here and show your pathetic face?"She looked at me with the same expression that used to send shivers down my spine. But for some reason, I felt calm. Not frightened. Not that little girl who hid behind the door. Not that terror, that dread that kept me starving but unable to ask for a grain.Right now, I am going to be a mother. I won't let her bully me—and in the future, my child."If Luna Paleframe isn’t ignorant, she must know that I was brought here by Alpha Paleframe. I was allowed to stay here as a member of the pack," I said, my

Mauve, The temperature had dropped significantly after the morning rainfall. The chill hung heavy in the air, and even beneath the thick fabric of my sweater, the cold nipped at my skin. The weather forecast had predicted snowfall by evening, and from the scent in the wind, I knew they weren’t wrong. The café door chimed gently as I entered. A gust of warm, buttery air greeted me—the scent of freshly baked aurora bread wrapping around my senses like a cozy blanket. It stirred something in my stomach, though I hadn’t had much of an appetite lately. But the garlic bread, piled golden and crisp on the rack, made my mouth water despite myself. "Hey! Scarlet! Good morning!" Casey, our always-cheerful part-timer, waved while pulling out a new batch of milk bread. "You’re early today. What’s up?" "I have something to do after noon," I replied, heading straight to the female staff room. Shelly, the head baker, was already there, sifting through supplies. She paused when she saw me, h