บททั้งหมดของ A wife for the cursed alpha : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Max's POVIt'd been three weeks.Since I let her walk out of my car and away from me.That's a total of twenty-one nights, five hundred and four agonizing hours.I'd told myself that it was for the good of both of us. To give her the space she needed to process the whole thing.To be honest, I even thought the bond would eventually lose its grip, and I'd recall how to breathe without having her in mind.But was I wrong? Big time.I was wrong to have thought that the silence would soothe anything.Because instead of soothing, it starved me. Starved everything that'd been good and human inside me.Translation: It got a lot worse.Now the bond just trashed like a wild beast on rampage inside my chest, it clawed at me, dragging across my bones, carving every place she'd touched open. My wolf was becoming a storm under my skin, pacing around endlessly, enraged with me for letting her go and refusing to let me stop thinking about it.The estate now felt so dead at night.Too much silence le

Lana's POVI barely got any sleep.The night had kept dragging on like a weight behind my eyes, with my dreams shifting between static and silence.I didn't get to close my eyes for a minute without having that eerie feeling of being watched. Anxiety nipped at me, having me hold on to a pepper spray all through the night.Funny how I was already wide awake even before my alarm buzzed. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I had my hands clasped so tightly, my knuckles went white.Didn't stop me from getting up anyway. Because staying home? Yeah that wasn't going to happen.I'd be alone, and heaven knew I'd lose my sanity if I spent one extra hour in this apartment.I needed my early morning coffee. I needed to socialize. Experience movement and noise so I can pretend everything was okay.I made it to the train station only to realize it was almost empty. That was when I checked what time it was.6:15 AM. Oh...Kay?It wasn't that bad. Only meant I was being an excellent staff.★I reached the

Max’s POVI hadn’t even realized I’d made the turn toward her house until my tires screeched against the curb and the scent of her hit me like a backhand to the jaw, citrus and heat, like defiance steeped in salt. My chest was feeling very tight.Every thought was a blur of unhappiness and rage. I climbed out of the car and stalked toward the door like a man possessed. The porch lights were a bit dim. I didn’t knock. I slammed my palm against the wood once, sharp, echoing, enough to startle birds from the trees, then I grabbed the handle and twisted.The door was locked. My jaw ticked.With one vicious motion, I threw my shoulder into the door. The wood cracked and the hinges shrieked. And then the door swung inward with a groan of surrender.She appeared obviously startled by the sudden noises, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood, her eyes wide with a mixture of anger and disbelief. She wore nothing but an oversized shirt and her hair was pulled back messily, strands clinging

Lana’s POVThe car ride was quiet at first, just the delicate slow hum of the engine and Sophie’s playlist playing something mellow in the background. My fingers rested on my lap, clasped tightly together, but not because I was nervous. It was more like… I didn’t know how to feel at the moment. It had been so long since I did something that wasn’t about surviving. So damn long since I got dressed with the intention of being seen.I glanced at my reflection in the car window, the streetlights flickering across my features. The dress Sophie got me shimmered faintly even in the dark. My hair looked immaculate and she’d made me wear a soft pink gloss that tasted faintly of strawberries just before we left.“You feeling okay?” Sophie asked, glancing over at me from the driver’s seat, her tone light but filled with that knowing sound only she could pull off.I nodded slowly. “I think so.”She grinned. “You look drop dead gorgeous, Lana. They’re not ready, trust me.”I let out a soft laugh,

Lana’s POVSophie handed me the suspiciously pink drink with a proud flourish, already sipping from her own like it was liquid gold.“That man was practically undressing you with his eyes,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Like seriously, who the hell was he?”I turned the black card over in my hand again. “Leonard,” I muttered.Sophie let out a long, dramatic whistle. “Leonard. That even sounds mysterious. Please tell me he’s not another accountant or someone boring like that. That man has villain origin story energy.”I rolled my eyes, tucking the card into my clutch. “I don’t know what he is. He wouldn’t say much. Just flirted and gave me this.”“An address,” she said, peeking into my bag. “That’s either really romantic or really cult-y.”“Probably both,” I said under my breath.We were sitting on a low bench near the food stalls, fairy lights casting a gentle shade across Sophie’s face. A cover band was playing a mellow version of some classic pop song in the background, people c