All Chapters of A wife for the cursed alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MAX’S POVThe elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. My shoulders were tight. Muscles tensed up with rage, and mental exhaustion. But the only thing I could think of was getting to her and giving her a tight hug.My wife. My Lana.I pressed my palm to the scanner, jaw clenched as the lock disengaged with a hiss. The door opened soundlessly. Inside, the lights were low. The lamplight spilled across the floor like sunflies. Music played faintly, it was a soft piano sound drifting from the bedroom speakers. I stepped in bracing myself for any of the questions she might have for me.The scent of her skin hit me first. It smelled faintly sweet, like peach tea and vanilla. She was curled up on the bed in one of my shirts, her legs tucked beneath her, a blanket draped over her lap. A book lay open but forgotten on her thigh.When she saw me, she sat up quickly. “You’re back.”I nodded, trying to relax the rigid set of my spine. I couldn’t do that well though. The conversation from the

Lana’s POVThere was another giggle, this one was even more louder than the previous one. "Please. She’s just a cheap Omega. Everyone knows she sold herself to him to pay off her mom’s hospital bills."My feet stilled, heart seizing in my chest. I didn’t turn. I couldn’t breathe for a moment."Makes sense, right? That kind of trash can never get a real ring. Just a leash on her neck."Sophie turned so fast her heels screeched against the floor. "Excuse me?"The two werewolves, both young, perfectly styled, with their designer handbags dangling from their freshly painted fingers shook in synchronized shock. One of them, a redhead with high cheekbones, narrowed her eyes. "Can we help you?""You think spreading lies makes you relevant?" Sophie snapped, stepping forward. Her entire posture shifted, tension coiling in her limbs like a spring pulled too tight. "You don’t know a damn thing about Lana."The other Omega, blonde, scoffed. "Everyone's talking about it. It’s not a secret anymore.

Lana’s POVThe morning light slipped through the curtains in pale streaks, brushing across the master bedroom walls. I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Max’s face from last night, his cold stone, unreadable, face. The fact that he was still hiding things from me after what we’ve been through was the part that stung most. It wasn’t about the fight. It was knowing he was shutting me out.I rolled over, burying my face into the pillow that smelled faintly of laundry detergent instead of him. My chest felt heavy, it felt like someone had set a rock there in the middle of the night and dared me to breathe.I stayed there for a long while, Max was gone already. Maybe he’d left early on purpose.My phone buzzed against the nightstand. I reached for it lazily, expecting a text from Sophie or one of her endless group chats.It wasn’t.It was a call from an unknown number.I hesitated for half a heartbeat, then swiped to answer.“Hello?” My voice came out flat, tired.“Lana. I

Lana’s POVWhen dessert arrived, a small chocolate soufflé, the conversation had already slowed. The air between us thickened. Max leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze never leaving mine.“I missed this,” he said simply.The words landed somewhere deep in my chest. “Me too.”He stood then, moving around the table. My pulse jumped when he stopped beside my chair and held out his hand. “Come with me, Lana.”I took it without asking where.He led me outside to the narrow deck that wrapped around the building. The night was cool, the breeze carrying the scent of the bay. The city lights shimmered across. But I didn’t notice much beyond the way he stood so close, his heat pressing into me from behind as his arms slid around my waist.His lips brushed my ear. “I’ve been patient long enough.”Before I could respond to him, he turned me in his arms and kissed me.It wasn’t tentative. It was possession, it was very deep and, hungry, like he was making up for every second we’d spent on

Lana’s POVMax’s gaze didn’t flicker, but something in his jaw tightened.“I…” He hesitated, the pause stretching far too long. “I just knew.”“That’s not an answer.” My voice sharpened, though I kept it low so it wouldn’t carry beyond the room. “Max, how did you know where I was?”His eyes dropped to the floor for a fraction of a second before lifting back to mine. “I installed a tracker on your phone.”For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. “You what?” My chair scraped the tile as I stood, the sound sharp in the sterile quiet. “You installed a tracker on my phone?”He didn’t flinch. “Yes.”“Why on earth would you even do that?” My pulse thudded against my temples, part fury, part disbelief.“Because I was worried about you.” His voice was quiet but firm, the words landing like stones.I stared at him, heat curling in my chest. “Since when?”“It’s been on your phone for a while now,” he said without hesitation this time. “I did it for your own good.”I folded my arms, the movement