All Chapters of Running Away From My Alpha Mafia Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adele's POVI was already moving before the echo of my own name reached my ears.My heels struck the marble floor in sharp, frantic clicks as I pushed through the corridor, the faint scent of ink, coffee, and polished stone clinging to the air. Paris hummed outside the glass walls, but inside my chest, something far more dangerous stirred—my wolf pacing, uneasy, hackles raised."Ma'am," Lea said breathlessly behind me, clutching her notepad like a lifeline, "Miss Carrie is demanding an appointment."I flinched.Carrie.The name alone was enough to twist my stomach into knots. The tabloids had been feasting for weeks—Carrie Channing, supermodel and social darling, newly engaged to the Alpha King of the Underworld himself.Caden Wayne.Once, the world had known me as Adele—his mate, his Luna, his greatest weakness. A woman he had hidden from public view, locked away in shadows so no one could ever touch what he claimed.And now?Now he was engaged to another woman.The irony would have

Adele's POVThe night air trembled as Caden carried me toward his car, his stride steady, unyielding, as though the world itself might fracture before he loosened his hold on me.I felt every eye on us.Wolves, guards, men hardened by blood and obedience—every single one of them stared as if they were witnessing a miracle or a madness. The Alpha who ruled them with iron and fear had never touched anyone this way. Never cradled. Never shielded. Never held as though his very soul were stitched into the fragile body in his arms.A bodyguard rushed ahead, snapping the door open, his gaze flicking toward me for only a fraction of a second before dropping respectfully to the ground.Caden lowered me into the back seat with excruciating care, as though I were spun from moonlight instead of bruised flesh. The leather was cold beneath me. I shifted immediately, pressing myself toward the opposite side, desperate for space—distance—air.I didn't get it.The door shut. The next heartbeat, his ar

Adele's POVWhen I finally returned home, the familiar scent of safety—warm wood, clean linen, and the faint sweetness of my children—hit me so hard it nearly buckled my knees.Raphael was pacing the living room like a caged animal, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders into it, his voice sharp with barely restrained panic. The moment he saw me, he froze. The call ended mid-sentence, forgotten."Fleur."My name left his mouth on a broken breath as he crossed the distance between us in two long strides and pulled me into his arms. He held me tightly, almost desperately, as though he feared I might vanish again if he loosened his grip."Thank God you're home," he murmured into my hair.Then he pulled back, his eyes scanning my face, my bandaged arms, the faint bruises I couldn't fully hide."What happened to you?" His voice trembled between anger and fear. "Where were you? Your phone was dead—completely unreachable. I was really worried!""Raphael," I said softly, steadying m

Caden POVThe sky above Paris was the color of bruised steel when I watched her let him go.From the back seat of my car, shadowed glass shielding me from the world, I saw Fleur Swann step out of the Porsche and embrace Raphael Dumas before he disappeared into the jaws of the airport. Her arms circled him with a familiarity that scraped against my ribs like claws on bone, and when she pulled away, there was no hesitation—only quiet acceptance.A soundless snarl curled in my chest.The wolf stirred, pacing beneath my skin, unsettled and furious, driven by instincts that had no patience for reason or restraint. Mate. Mine. The words echoed through my blood like a war drum, ancient and unforgiving."Follow her," I ordered softly.The driver didn't hesitate.I watched as Fleur returned to the car and drove away, her scent lingering even at this distance—warm, familiar, maddening. We followed her through the city streets until she disappeared into the underground parking of her office buil

Adele's POVI lifted the glass to my lips and let the liquid linger there for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the faint bitterness and heat as it slid down my throat, grounding me in the present while the club's music pulsed around us like a living thing, a rhythmic heartbeat that seemed to seep into my bones and stir something ancient beneath my skin."I'm already working on your apartment," I told Damien calmly, my voice steady despite the long week of continuous work etched into my muscles and the faint ache behind my eyes. "It won't take long before everything is finished."Across from me, Daniel—Duke of Monaco, feared ruler of his territory—slowly rotated the ice in his scotch, the amber liquid catching the dim lights as his gaze remained fixed on the glass, thoughtful and unhurried, as though time itself bent a little in his presence. "There is no rush," he replied evenly. "I strongly believe that perfection should never be hurried."A small smile curved my lips at his