All Chapters of Runaway To My Alpha Brother-In-Law: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I drove down the familiar streets that led to the heart of the festival grounds, my thoughts swirling as I gripped the steering wheel. The early morning light filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the pavement. The events of last night lingered in my mind, a weight pressing down on my chest. The attack had shaken everyone, and I couldn’t blame them. But today, I had a responsibility to remind them of our resilience, our strength as a pack. This festival meant more than just celebration; it was a symbol of unity. Still, there was another matter pulling at my focus. I needed to speak with Martha. She should be at her booth by now, setting up like she always did, rain or shine, crisis or calm.As I approached the festival grounds, the sight before me gave me pause. Despite the lingering fear, the area was bustling. Booths were being set up, vendors were unloading their wares, and people moved with a mixture of determination and unease. It was quieter

[--Esmarie Cruz--]Sam called me an hour later. At the time, I was sprawled on the floor of the living room, surrounded by the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. The twins were gurgling and squirming on the plush rug in front of me, their tiny fingers exploring the world with uninhibited curiosity. My son, Elijah, was fixated on a set of colorful wooden blocks, his little hands stacking them in an uneven tower while his sister, Eloise, chewed on the corner of a soft book. The room was filled with their babbling and giggles, the kind of sound that could momentarily make you forget the weight of the world.Then, Elijah stopped. He looked up at me with those strikingly bright eyes of his, as if he had something important to say. “Mama,” he babbled, the word slipping out of his tiny mouth so naturally it took me a moment to register what had just happened.My breath hitched. My heart felt like it might explode. Elijah was too young for this, still crawling

[--Esmarie Cruz--]Kaiser didn’t get home until after ten o’clock that night. The house was quiet, the twins fast asleep upstairs, their soft breaths the only sound in an otherwise still home. I paced the living room, my nerves frayed. Sam’s phone call still rang in my ears, and the weight of what I had to tell Kaiser sat heavy on my chest. When I heard the front door open, I froze mid-step.Kaiser stepped in, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. He kicked off his boots by the door and ran a hand through his hair, his cloudy eyes scanning the room before they landed on me.“You’re still up?” he asked, his voice low but laced with surprise.Without thinking, I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. He stiffened at first, clearly caught off guard, but after a moment, his body softened, and he returned the embrace.“Everything okay?” he murmured against my hair, his concern evident.I nodded, but the lump in my throat betrayed me. “Yeah. I just missed you,” I s

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I can’t believe we fell asleep on the couch again. It seems to be our spot. But it isn’t comfortable, i need to move esmarie to the bedroom with the twins.The dim glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery hue over the quiet room. The twins stirred faintly in their crib, their soft breathing a soothing rhythm in the silence. Esmarie’s warmth against my chest was a comforting weight, her presence grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.I shifted carefully, not wanting to disturb her, and maneuvered myself to sit up. She murmured something incoherent in her sleep, her hand brushing lightly against my arm before going still again. Her trust, her vulnerability—it humbled me. I slid my arms under her, lifting her gently, and carried her into the bedroom where the twins rested.The twins, Elijah and Eloise, lay peaceful in their crib, the occasional twitch of a tiny hand or the faintest of sighs the only movement. I placed Esmarie down o

[--Kaiser Volkov--]The weight of Doctor Jacobs beneath me felt surreal. My hands tightened on his shoulders as Esmarie knelt beside us, her movements sharp and determined. Her presence was a force of nature, her voice cutting through the air like a whip as she leaned in, her eyes burning with fury.With him trying to figure out his word it took time, and i was getting ansty.“Why?” Esmarie demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and disbelief. “Why are you so obsessed with breaking him down? What could you possibly gain from this?”Jacobs squirmed beneath my grip, his face pale, eyes darting between us like a cornered animal. He opened his mouth to protest, but Esmarie leaned closer, her finger jabbing the air near his face.“No! You’re not talking your way out of this!” she snarled. “You’ve manipulated him, attacked his family, and fed information to people who want him dead! Start talking, or so help me—”“Alright! Alright!” Jacobs choked out, his breath coming in shal