All Chapters of Runaway To My Alpha Brother-In-Law: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I left her at the booth with Martha, as per usual, trusting the familiarity of their arrangement. Esmarie always enjoyed spending time with Martha at the festival, and the kids loved the bright colors and cheerful energy of the place. With the twins settled in and the day off to a smooth start, I excused myself, kissed Esmarie on the cheek- making her face turn red as she hadn’t been expecting me to do that, and made my way to the car. The hum of the festival grew softer as I drove away, heading toward the western gates.The wall came into view before long, towering and formidable against the landscape. Stretching as far as the eye could see, the wall surrounded the entire pack like a protective cocoon, standing as a testament to our resilience and determination to preserve peace. It hadn’t been an easy project. Three years of planning, construction, setbacks, and countless hours of labor had gone into it. But now, looking at its solid structure and the sense of se

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I parked my car in the closest spot I could find, my mind focused on the promise of the beach. After a brief search, I’d located one just thirty minutes away from Mem. Stepping out of the car, I kicked off my shoes and let the soft, warm sand greet my bare feet. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, their rhythmic roar blending with the gentle breeze, creating a calming symphony of nature.I thought about the face of the man I’d seen. Then I blew out a breath, the only thing I had left to tell Valeria is the abuse that happened at home. I think somewhere in my head there’s a quiet voice that reminds me that escaping hadn’t been easy since I was scared. I was trained to kill, trained to use my brain to pick out the best outcome of whatever orders I was given. But mentally I was weakened.Barry is.... a monster. There are criminals, and then there are monsters. My brother is a living example of that. But seeing that face reminds me of the

[--Esmarie Cruz--]Kaiser didn’t return to the festival until four in the afternoon. For hours, I tried to push down the creeping worry that maybe he’d canceled our date without telling me. My phone buzzed earlier with a text saying he would be returning late, but even in those few words, I could sense something was off. He wasn’t the type to be vague or curt, especially with me. Still, I buried my concerns for the moment, focusing on the festival and, more importantly, on keeping Martha entertained. She was having the time of her life.The festival, however, wasn’t just filled with laughter and excitement today; a vigil had been scheduled, and I hadn’t known about it. It cast a bittersweet atmosphere over the event. Groups gathered, lighting candles and singing soft, mournful songs in memory of the wolves who had passed. Their harmonized voices drifted through the air like a gentle breeze, intertwining with the scent of flowers placed lovingly at memorials. It was beautiful in its ow

[--Esmarie Cruz--]The date began with Kaiser serving us champagne, his movements elegant and deliberate as he poured the golden liquid into our glasses. There was something mesmerizing about watching him, the way he carried himself with an effortless grace that made my heart flutter. As he handed me my glass, his smile was soft but radiant, like he was savoring this moment as much as I was.“To us,” he said, raising his glass.“To us,” I echoed, clinking mine against his. The soft chime seemed to ring at the beginning of something magical, and I couldn’t help but grin as I took a sip.Kaiser leaned back in his chair, taking a long drink from his glass, and I could see the contentment in his eyes. He looked so happy to finally relax, to just enjoy the evening without the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. It was a rare sight, and I found myself admiring him more than ever.I gazed out over the town, my eyes drawn to the fireworks exploding in bursts of color above th

[--Kaiser Volkov--]Elias wouldn’t stop pestering me. Text after text, hour after hour, all asking for the same thing: permission to attend the Blue Moon Festival. The man didn’t just ask—he hounded, pleaded, and occasionally tried to guilt me, then insulted and threatened, as if I owed him anything. But the answer was always the same.No. I didn’t trust him, not with something this important, not with something this sacred. There was a reason I kept him at arm’s length, and his persistence only made him seem all the more suspicious. I could practically feel the tension behind his words, the kind of tension that made you wonder if someone was pushing a hidden agenda. Still, I refused. Firmly. Politely at first, then with less patience. Like telling him to fuck himself in so many words. Even the most cultured terms. Today marked day four of the festival, and if Elias thought I was going to crack, he was sorely mistaken.He couldn’t bully me about other things, so he should know better.