Semua Bab Running Away From My Alpha Mafia Husband: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Adele’s POVA sharp knock echoed through the room, dragging me from restless sleep.I blinked, disoriented—then panic surged when I realized I couldn’t move.A heavy arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, locking me against a solid, unmoving body radiating heat. My breath caught before my mind caught up.Caden.The possessive way he held me as though I might disappear if he loosened his grip. What confused me wasn’t who held me, but why.He despised me. At least, that was what his words and actions always made clear.So why was he holding me like this?Had the moon driven him into a deeper sleep than usual? Or had last night blurred something between us that shouldn’t have existed at all?Carefully, I shifted just enough to glance back at him.Caden Wayne, Alpha of the Western Packs, looked nothing like the ruthless wolf the world feared. In sleep, his face was calm—almost peaceful. His strong arms, marked with dark runic tattoos and scars from battles long past, were wrapped around

Adele's POVA soft knock landed against the tall bedroom door.I knew who it was before the echo of the sound faded into the silence inside the room.When I opened the door, Sylvia stood there, her silver-streaked hair perfectly arranged, her posture composed. Her eyes swept over me quickly—taking in my lowered gaze, my slumped shoulders, the faint tremor in my hands.She clicked her tongue softly, the sound soaked in exasperation more than false sympathy."I'm sorry, my dear," she whispered. "I was powerless to stop him. Can you forgive me?"Her words settled like ash in my chest. She was bitter through and through. I didn't answer.What good would it do anyway? No one could have shielded me from an Alpha's wrath—not when that Alpha was my own mate. I stepped away from her and returned to the room, letting the door slide shut behind us.The scent of steam lingered in the air, thick and suffocating.Caden was still here.The shower was running, the steady rush of water echoing throug

Caden's POVThe ballroom glittered beneath chandeliers and camera flashes, the air thick with perfume, ambition, and lies.David stood near the edge of the crowd, swirling an expensive glass of scotch, a lazy grin stretched across his face. Beside him, Sylvia watched the scene unfold with sharp, calculating eyes—mother and son united in their satisfaction.At the center of it all stood me.Carrie leaned in close, her smile dazzling, her body angled perfectly for the cameras. When she pressed her lips to mine, the room erupted in flashes—paparazzi shouting, shutters clicking, the moment instantly immortalized.I stepped back immediately.My hand came up, firm but controlled, placing distance between us."Don't do that again," I warned quietly, my voice low enough that only she could hear. My wolf's authority seeped into every syllable. "I'm married."Carrie stiffened, murmuring an apology that no one noticed—and no one cared to hear.I didn't correct the narrative.I never did.Let the

Adele's POV"Mom, is Raphael coming to see us today?"Chloe's voice floated into the dining room, bright and hopeful, as she padded in after changing out of her school uniform. Her blonde curls bounced with every step, moonlight pale even in daylight—a trait she'd inherited from something older and deeper in our bloodline.I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, already knowing what was coming next.Both of my little wolves adored Raphael Dumas far too much for my peace of mind."I don't know, sweetheart," I said calmly as I stirred the risotto warming on the stove. "He's a famous actor. He's probably busy filming or being chased by cameras."Gabriel slid into his chair beside his sister, resting his chin in his hands. "But he promised," he said solemnly, as if promises were sacred oaths sealed under a full moon. "He never breaks promises."I glanced at them—two identical pairs of blue eyes staring at me with unwavering faith—and had to press my lips together to keep from smiling."Well,

Adele's POV The city was already slipping into dusk when I arrived at my office, Paris wrapped in that silvery half-light that always made my blood sing beneath my skin. The moon wouldn't rise for hours, but my wolf was always there—watching, waiting, reminding me that no matter how carefully I built my human life, instinct never truly slept.My wolf finally awakened after I'd given birth to my children, and now... Well, I was still getting used to her being around all the time. Tonight mattered.I had agreed to meet a client whose name alone carried centuries of power. A man born into lineage, wealth, and reverence—a man the world bowed to without question.Damien Montecarlo. Duke of Monaco.When his request came through, there had been no room for refusal. He had purchased an enormous mansion in Paris and demanded—politely, but firmly—that I handle the design myself. Not an assistant. Not a junior partner. Me.And despite the late hour and the ache in my shoulders from weeks of ov