All Chapters of CHASING HIS RUNAWAY MATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BEATRICE’S POVI said no word to him as his car drove on. Being this close to him made the air thicken with tension, and I could barely breathe. He said nothing, but I could feel his eyes on me. My heart thumped against my ribcage, and my fingers trembled. “You look good today.” He muttered out of the blue, causing me to look at him. His eyes were as beautiful as always.“Thanks. You too.” I responded, nervousness munching off me. According to the books I had read, giving back compliments like these meant I didn't see myself worthy of it. Nevertheless, I look out the window again. Soon, we arrived at the tall White building, and his car was parked. I watched as his driver held his door open to let him down, then proceeded to do the same for me, and I caught Xander shaking his head.“We are here.” Xander’s voice pulled me back to reality. He was holding my door open with his left hand stretched towards me. “Hold me.”Something about the way he said it made me transfixed for a second, b

Beatrice POV. “You have to be kidding, sir. How is he the CEO?” My voice quivered as I watched him sit there with his shoulders squared but Alpha Lee didn't seem bothered. He shrugged his shoulders and then stroked his chin.“Nice question, Beatrice, but this is my company, and I'll rule it as I deem it first.” He bellowed, then laughed dryly when Xander gave him an eye. “Sorry, I mean, was my company. Besides, Mr. Xander here was nice enough to take this shithole of my palms. Too many debts. Phew!” He sighed. “I’m free.” He added a cackle.“Sir, you can't be serious about letting him take over the company. Can't you see he has a motive? He has a motive, sir. You cannot do this to us. You can't do this to me.” I was shaking as I spoke. I was on the verge of breaking down. Things were spiralling too fast, and somehow it felt like the goddess was mocking me.“My decision has been made, Beatrice. He is the new CEO. I will be in the background to coordinate everything to ensure this coll

Beatrice’s POVThe moment I stepped into the house, I braced myself for what was coming.I could feel three pairs of eyes watching me. Their expressions were filled with disappointment and something that felt like irritation.My triplets—Caleb, Cooper, and Charlotte—were wide awake despite the late hour, sitting cross-legged with their arms folded. When I was upset, they looked exactly like me, which made my guilt worse.Charlotte was the first to speak, her voice sharp. “You’re late again.”I sighed, kicking off my heels and setting my bag by the door. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”“You always say that,” Cooper muttered, turning his face away.Caleb, ever the observer, tilted his head. “Did you at least eat dinner?”I forced a smile. “I grabbed a little something.”His frown deepened. “Liar.”I winced. He wasn’t wrong.Charlotte let out a dramatic sigh. “Mom, we waited for you.”My chest tightened at their words. It wasn’t like I had a choice. Work had run late, and I couldn’t exactly a

Xander’s POVThe room was filled with tension. Every eye was set on me, but my temperament didn't change. I could feel Beatrice reeling in frustration, but I don't care now—she was the first person to hurt me by leaving. Even though I hated her, one part of my mind still felt like telling her sorry. I wanted to push it aside, to tell myself that it was all part of the game she had started—my way of asserting control over her. I had been doing it Since all this While, after all, manipulating, controlling, pushing her to the edge. Yet, today, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t the one in charge here.As she sat beside me, I saw the whispers in the eyes of the others, the subtle glances exchanged, the way they tried to pretend they weren’t watching. But they were. They always were. My reputation preceded me, and no one dared to challenge my decisions, not even if it was as trivial as ordering someone to serve me at a business lunch.When she poured my drink and returned to her s

Xander’s POVThe office was eerily silent. Everywhere felt as if I was in a burial ground. Let me use this period to analyse myself. “Was I really harsh to my employees?” I asked myself. Well, it's a me—to—me conversation; I can't get to know the truth like that.I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing as I flipped through the latest financial reports. Something seemed off.No matter how I tried to work, there was always a nagging pain at his claw cheAnd I knew exactly what it was.Beatrice...I don't even understand again, or am I falling for her? That annoying woman.She had been a Thorn to me since she stepped into my life and this company.And yet, for reasons I couldn’t understand, I couldn’t look away.I told myself it was hatred. That I wanted her to suffer. I needed to remind her what she was—an omega, a weakling, a woman who had suffered from her ex-husband and never got the respect she needed from the pack.But then why did I feel this tightness in my chest every time