บททั้งหมดของ A wife for the cursed alpha : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lana’s POVI woke up to the damn sun bleeding through the floor-length curtains, I felt his skin against mine, his arms were around my waist, my heart beating steadily inside my back. For a moment even after fully waking up, I didn’t move. I just lay there, breathing him in. Max.His chest rose and fell with a rhythm that matched mine too perfectly. His arm was across mine and he held me very tightly.I turned my face slightly into the pillow and whispered, “We said we wouldn’t do this again.”He tightened his hold around me. “You said that. I never agreed.”I rolled onto my back, looked up at him. His hair was messed up, the line of his jaw filled with stubble, but his eyes, God, his eyes were looking exceptionally beautiful that morning.He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Let me make you breakfast.”I blinked. “You? Cook?”His mouth twitched. “You’re not the only one who knows her way around a boardroom and a kitchen.”I snorted. “What could you possibly make that isn

Max’s POVI didn’t speak as I drove. My hand rested on her lap the entire ride, and she didn’t ask a single question. Lana always had a way of sensing when something was bigger than words.We left the city lights behind, the road thinning, narrowing, until trees replaced buildings then, I turned into a private lane. It was long and winding, tucked into the side of a forested mountain.When the villa came into view, it looked like it had been carved from a dream. Glass walls, natural wood, and stone steps. A private lake shimmered beyond the back deck, and the air smelled like pine and lavender.She stepped out of the car slowly, her eyes scanning everything like she couldn’t quite believe it.“Max… what is this place?”“Peace,” I said. “And yours. For as long as you want it to be.”She didn’t speak. She just let me take her hand and guide her inside.Warmth greeted us immediately, there was a candlelight flickering across and a quiet fireplace already lit. A maid stepped out from the

Lana’s POVThe first thing I felt was the thick blanket tangled around my legs. The room was quiet, except for the chirping of the birds outside and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. Morning light slipped between the slats of the blinds, casting golden stripes on the far wall. The air smelled faintly of linen, skin, and the faint salt of the ocean carried in by the wind.My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the slow hush of daybreak. The clock on the bedside table read 7:24 a.m., but the moment didn’t belong to time. It belonged to this moment. To the slight weight of his arm wrapped around my waist. To the way our legs were tangled beneath the sheets, both our knees brushing now and then with every small shift.I tilted my head slightly, just enough to glance back at him. Max was still asleep, his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, a small furrow between his brows.A smile tugged its way to the surface of my face.I could feel the warmth of his breath against my shoulder,

Max’s POVI stared at the empty bed, the imprint of her body still visible in the sheets. The scent of her lingered, warm skin, lavender shampoo, everything damn thing about her felt so addictive.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling slowly. She was right. If I joined her, we’d never leave this damn place.So I got up.The floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded toward the kitchen, grabbing one of my shirts along the way and pulling it over my head. It still smelled like her. Everything did now.I boiled water to make coffee first. Then I quickly whipped up breakfast.By the time she emerged, hair wet and clinging to her shoulders, I already had the kettle whistling and two mugs waiting. She wore one of my oversized sweaters with no pants on. Just bare legs and a smirk that showed that she knew exactly what she was doing to me.“Smells good,” she said, eyes lighting up at the sight of the food. Her voice was clearer now, bright and teasing.“You smell better,” I muttered under my br

Lana’s POVThe rest of the table had dipped into low conversation. Business terms passed between lips like bread and butter. “Acquisition,” “compliance,” “territory expansion.” Words that sounded like nothing and everything. A war in black suits.Max hadn’t touched his dessert, but his hand rested on the stem of his glass, and I could see the slight flex of his fingers. He was listening, not just to the conversation, but to the weight behind every word. The gaps and hesitations.So was I.“Are you feeling bored?” he murmured under his breath.“Not so much.”He leaned closer, just enough that his arm brushed mine. “Tell me once you feel bored, I have many ways to entertain you.”I arched my brow. “You’re such a naughty man.”His mouth twitched. “Just towards you.”Across the table, Runa’s laughter abruptly stopped.She was looking straight at me now, the smile on her lips all teeth. Her eyes flicked to Max, then back again. I pretended not to notice the staring and took another bite of