บททั้งหมดของ Runaway With The Alpha's Triplets : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

qMikaelaThat night, after I tucked the kids in and made sure each of them was fast asleep, I just stood there for a while, watching their tiny chests rise and fall. The peace in their faces made me smile. They were finally safe. That was all that mattered to me.I brushed a strand of hair away from Lisa’s forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, baby.”Then I quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me.The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that comes after chaos. I didn’t want to go to bed yet, so I stepped outside into the yard. The cool air hit my skin, carrying that fresh smell of pine and rain. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe without fear gripping my lungs.I tilted my head back, staring at the night sky. The stars were faint, but they were there, scattered like someone had brushed silver dust across they sky. I closed my eyes for a second and let the breeze run through my hair. It felt good.But peace doesn’t seem to last long for

MikaelaIt’s been a week since Ryan pulled me out of that rogue camp, a week since my head stopped throbbing and my heart finally slowed down. But the peace didn’t last long, because every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing that damn letter, Lydia’s handwriting staring back at me from the rogue Alpha’s desk.I tried convincing myself maybe I saw wrong… maybe the hit to my head made me hallucinate those curls and loops of ink I recognized too well. But every day since then, Lydia had been proving me right in her own subtle, sneaky way.I had even been watching her way before that Quietly. When Ryan was still away. I would see Lydia slip out the back door of the pack house. Always at night and always looking around first. Always walking fast like she had somewhere to be.My stomach twisted every time.What if she was meeting with the rogue Alpha? What if she had been doing it for months? What if she was the one who told them about my children?No. No, I tried to shake the thought away

MikaelaLydia suddenly burst into louder, choking sobs, clinging to Ryan like she was about to die.“Ryan...Ryan, please—” she cried, shaking violently. “I-I don’t feel safe. I want her locked up. I want Mikaela locked up now!”I stared at her with disgust rising in my throat. Now she wants ne locked up for stabbing her own self?“Stop this. Stop lying, Lydia, you stabbed yourself. You framed me!”Ryan held Lydia by the shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Lydia, breathe. You’re bleeding and we need to get you to the pack doctor, not start..”“No!” she shrieked, gripping his shirt. “She tried to kill me, Ryan! I want her in the cells! Get her away from me!”The warriors shifted uneasily, glancing between us. Ryan rubbed a hand over his face, stressed. “Lydia, let’s not jump to—”“She’s unstable!” Lydia screamed. “She’s dangerous! She’s always been dangerous and everyone knows that! Ryan, please, please just make them take her!”My heart hammered against my ribs. "Ryan, listen to me

MikaelaThe moment the rogues stormed the gates, I spun toward the nearest guard. “Where are my children? Tell me now!”He flinched at my tone but answered quickly, “They’re safe, Luna. June didn’t let them come to the party. She kept them in the safe wing.”I almost collapsed from relief. My knees actually shook. “Thank God…”But I didn’t have time to breathe. Chaos erupted like a bomb. Wolves screamed, bodies shifted, and the walls shook as rogues poured into the pack house without hesitation. The air was filled with claws, shouts, growls, the sound of bones snapping and breaking.Ryan suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me back as a rogue wolf lunged at us. “Stay behind me!” he barked.I didn’t have the energy to argue, and honestly, I didn’t care about pride in that moment. All I cared about was surviving long enough to reach my kids.Ryan shifted mid-step, his wolf slamming into the rogue with brutal force. More warriors joined the fight, and I realized thank God most of them sti

Mikaela’This couldn’t be happening.We were still standing outside the Monsoon pack house, frozen in front of all the destruction spread across the land like some horrible painting. The kids clung to me, their little hands gripping my clothes, trembling even though they tried to act brave.“Mummy… what’s happening?” Sara asked, her voice shaking.I forced a smile I didn’t feel. “It’s alright, baby. Everything’s okay. We’re safe now.”But safe didn’t look like this. Safe didn’t smell like smoke and blood.June stayed close to us, eyes darting everywhere, already slipping into protective mode. Jenna—who had been talking nonstop for hours—was finally quiet. Too quiet. She stared around at the broken buildings, smashed windows, clawed walls like she was seeing a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.We kept moving.The closer we got to the pack house, the more pressure I felt building in my chest, like something heavy was sitting on it. Then… I saw it.The pack house.Still standing.Inta