All Chapters of A wife for the cursed alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Max's POVI took a step closer, confusion etched on my face. "Moving....sorry, what? Why?"She looked me dead in the eye, the warmth gone. "I need a bit of privacy. I need some space. Some fresh air. It's suffocating in here and I'm tired, Max."And I had nothing to say. I just stood there, processing.I could've gone against it and argued. Could've reminded her that she signed a contract. That she was mine. In name, in paper, and the eyes of the goddamn public. I had the right to demand a proper explanation and throw back the confusion she was trying to feed me.But I did none of those. All I could do was watch her.Because I could see more than the suitcase she was packing. There was something about the way she sounded... It felt like something had been broken inside her and she had zero energy to try putting it back together."Listen," the coldness her eyes held toned down a bit. "I'm not mad, or angry. It's just the house...I don't feel welcomed here. It feels like even the walls

Lana's POVI had no idea why I asked him to stay.But then the words already slipped out before I could try stopping it, and he really halted.Max stood there, by the doorway, with rain still dripping off his hair, and the floorboards darkening beneath his boots.He had this look of grief on his face, his hand still firmly wrapped against the doorknob, as if he hadn't decided yet on whether to walk out or come back in.He eventually turned back after a beat, closing the door behind him, and the silence crept in again, stretching between us like a live wire.Exhaling inaudibly, put my palms together, dipping them in-between my thighs to avoid him seeing them trembling. But I think he already did.I moved on to the edge of the cushion, sitting up with a straight spine, my breath caught somewhere between dread and anticipation. I had no idea what exactly I expected, because I didn't even know why I'd asked him to stay back — except..... watching him walk away felt similar to drowning in

Lana's POVCold air slammed into my lungs the moment I stepped outside. It wasn't even the kind of cold that curled up your skin but rather the kind that cut right through, and left your bones in pain. That didn't have me stopping, though.I wanted to be anywhere..... anywhere but here. I just wanted to go somewhere, sit and cry about how stupid I've been.I increased my pace, walking faster with my boots hitting hard against the sidewalk. Every step felt like I was trying hard to outrun the pressing weight on my chest — and I was failing..... woefully.Pulling my coat tightly around me, I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to hold myself together a bit longer.My physical self, at least. Because heaven knew how unraveled I was inside.My cheeks went flushed due to the icy wind, but it didn't compare to the sting in my eyes. My pulse pounded in my ears as the last scene with Max and me replayed in my head.Alina.Alina.Alina. The name was almost covering my vision.It didn'

Lana's POVThe world slowly returned to me in fragments.I could hear beeps. The sound of rain tapping against... was that windowpane? And then a soft hum, just like the low thrumming of a voice that sounded familiar.Max.I moved my fingers, and then I heard the sound of someone jerking up."Fuck, thank goodness. You're awake, "he spoke, his voice cracking.Max was there.I slowly forced my eyes open.Sitting beside me, Max looked like a man who had just gotten out of the war. His eyes were reddish, his hair was still damp, and even his shirt was half unbuttoned, clinging to his frame.Bruises were all over his collarbone. Fuck, his shift must've torn muscles. Thankfully, he didn't try to touch me."Hey there," he spoke quietly, and I swallowed hard. My throat felt parched."Did I.... No, what happened?""You walked right into traffic," he said, maintaining his quiet tone."Luckily, I found you. You weren't breathing at first, but then later on you were. I asked Ethan to bring the car

Lana's POVThree weeks. I'd been away from work for three whole weeks.I didn't send any Slack messages, didn't give updates on projects, and I even barely replied to Sophie's "when are you coming in?" pings. Except on rare occasions when I just type out a "soon."I did call the bosses at the top. Told them I was suffering from a creative burnout.But that wasn't exactly true. So what was the truth?I... didn't even know what the truth looked like anymore. My body barely felt like it belonged to me. Even my thoughts weren't just mine. Felt like the stupid thing of a bond kept twisting beneath my skin like wires. Something that I didn't choose for myself but couldn't sever either. So I'd just decided not to acknowledge it.But it was time to get back to work. I was tired of staying cooped up in my apartment and thinking about how stupidly pathetic my life was.Standing outside the glass doors of the design studio with a coffee in hand, I exhaled deeply.C'mon, Lana. You can do this. Ju