Semua Bab Escaping From My Ruthless Husband: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Alessandro"We have blocked the entire coast. But who created this passageway, Alpha?" Julian, my second Beta, placed a thick folder on the desk, his voice laced with concern.I barely looked up as I signed the final line of a border patrol report. A few weeks had passed since our return from the Golden Moon Pack. The previous Beta had lost control, turning feral without reason. But before he descended into madness, he left behind crucial intel about a hidden passageway on the eastern coast.When I visited the location myself, something unnatural settled in my gut. The discomfort wasn’t just physical—it was spiritual, something deeper. My wolf reacted violently, a primal growl constantly vibrating in my chest. It was like being pulled toward an abyss.I still didn’t understand what cursed energy lingered there, but I was certain of one thing.This passageway wasn’t just a forgotten trail.It was the root."Have you noticed anything unusual? Something you can't explain?" I asked, scann

MauveA soft knock on the door of a small cabinet in the outskirts of the woods made a few hurried yet calm steps echo through the quiet forest clearing. I, clenching the hem of my summer dress, stood on the porch, the breeze playing with my silver strands as I waited for Uncle George to answer.After asking Carl to find him, I learned that Uncle George and Aunt Blair were still alive. Aunt Blair had left the pack with her children, seeking safety beyond the pack’s influence. But Uncle George had stayed behind, choosing to remain closer, living separately in the shadows of the place he once called home.The wooden door creaked open, revealing the man who once helped me pick herbs, who wrapped my scraped knees with bandages soaked in eucalyptus. His tall figure stepped out, a sniper cradled in his arms, caution carved into every line of his face."Who are you? What are you doing here?" he asked, lifting the sniper slightly, eyes sharp and unreadable."Hello, George," I said, softly. "I

"Are you alright?" Alessandro asked while entering the car, his voice quieter than usual, softer even, as though he wasn’t sure if he should speak.Embarrassment flushed my face as I nodded quietly, my fingers curled tightly around the hem of my coat. I didn’t imagine that one word would make me break down. Since I was twelve, I had been doing everything to survive. I had raised walls around myself, built defenses from scraps of willpower and silence. I had always refused to be a burden on anyone. It was the one promise I made to myself after my father left. But in all these years, nobody had ever looked at me like that—genuinely concerned, not out of duty or pity. Nobody ever hugged me and told me I survived with dignity, that I did everything no one else could have done."I apologize! I dirtied your handkerchief!" I whispered. My fingers gently brushed the delicate fabric, still faintly damp. His scent lingered on it—crisp and warm, like cedarwood laced with a ghost of something swe

I stood in front of the mirror, lifting the hem of my top slowly. The afternoon light spilled through the window, casting warm gold over the marble floor and across my bare belly. My breath hitched. It wasn’t the first time I looked. But today felt different. The curve was more noticeable now. Not just a hint or a passing swell—but a true shape. Rounded and Real. The skin was smooth, slightly taut, and I could feel the warmth of it beneath my palm. I placed both hands on either side, unsure whether I was cradling or inspecting. Something in between. A nervous flutter stirred low in my chest, just under the sternum. Not so certain what it was. But I was feeling anticipation for this. I could feel its presence everywhere. Neva stirred inside me. My wolf—quiet these last few days—rose with the awareness that we were not alone. Ever since we slept with Alessandro, she had been so active to feel his presence. Not to mention that it was first time for her to be with her mate. Now she

Mauve,The morning sun crept in softly through the sheer curtains, brushing the room with warm, drowsy light. At first, I didn’t move. My limbs were heavy with sleep, my body tucked into warmth that wasn’t entirely my blanket. It was a slow awareness, the kind that crept up gently, like fog settling over water.Then I realized something was off.There was an arm around my waist. Firm, warm, protective.And I wasn’t using my pillow. My cheek was resting on someone’s arm.My breath caught.I opened my eyes, and there he was—Alessandro. Still asleep, face relaxed, eyelashes brushing the tops of his cheeks. He looked nothing like the sharp, composed Alpha the pack knew. He looked… boyish, at peace. His lips were parted slightly, and I could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest behind me.When did he get in?I didn’t remember the door creaking or the bed dipping under his weight. He had slipped in during the night like he belonged here. Like this was the most natural place for him to b