Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Calvin’s POVDespair wasn’t a strong enough word for what I felt.I knew Kamrynn wouldn’t forgive me. I had expected it.But knowing something and feeling it were two different things.Hearing her say it—hearing her mean it—was like a blade slicing straight through my chest.She had nothing left for me.No love. No warmth. Not even pity.Only hatred.I staggered down the dim hallway, the weight of her rejection pressing onto my shoulders like an unbearable force. I wasn’t even sure where I was going—I just walked, my mind a storm of emotions I couldn’t process.Eventually, I found myself in the dining hall. It was empty, dark, the remnants of the evening’s celebration still lingering—half-empty glasses, plates scattered across the long wooden table.I sank into a chair, resting my forearms against the surface, my fingers gripping my skull.She’s my mate.The words kept circling in my head, over and over, refusing to let me breathe.Kamrynn is my mate.My second chance mate.Why?Why wo

Calvin’s POVSleep eluded me.I had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, my mind caught in a relentless loop of thoughts that refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself right back where it all began—standing in that room, staring at Kamrynn, feeling the mate bond settle into place like a noose around my throat.It should have been impossible. It was impossible.And yet, there she was.My mate.The mother of my children.My victim.I let out a slow, shaky breath, pinching the bridge of my nose as the first rays of sunlight bled through the curtains. The warmth did nothing to ease the cold dread pressing against my ribs.Last night had been one of the wildest, most chaotic nights of my life.First, I had found Kamrynn in the Blue Bell Pack—a place I never expected her to be. Then, I had learned the truth about the twins. My twins. The two lives I never even knew existed. And as if that wasn’t enough of a shock, the mate bond had wrapped around my soul with a

Kamrynn’s POVI folded the last of the twins’ tiny onesies and sighed, pressing my palms against the neatly stacked pile.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake Calvin’s words from my mind."Sherelle might still be alive."The idea itself was ridiculous. Impossible.I had seen my sister’s mutilated body. I had felt the crushing weight of her loss.And yet…A small, desperate part of me wanted to believe it.What if—?No.I clenched my fists, forcing the thought away.It was wishful thinking. Nothing more.Even if Sherelle had somehow survived, why had she never come back? Why had she let me suffer?The ache in my chest deepened, but Aryna’s voice cut through my thoughts."Stop torturing yourself, Kamrynn."I sighed, rubbing my temples."You’re worrying over nothing," Aryna added. "Calvin is grasping at straws."I wanted to believe her.But something lingered—a whisper of doubt that refused to fade.I shook my head and exhaled, pushing away the thoughts.Right now, I had more imp

Sherelle’s POVEverything is complete.Every piece, every carefully laid trap, every whisper of deceit I had planted over the many, many months—it had all led to this moment.Waiting. Watching. Scheming.And now, finally, Kamrynn was walking straight into my hands.A slow, satisfied smile curled across my lips as I turned toward the luxurious couch in the center of the dimly lit room.Lorien lounged there, his long silken red hair cascading in a braid that draped lazily over the edge of the seat, pooling onto the black marble floor.His beauty was otherworldly, his features so ethereal it was almost haunting. Sharp cheekbones, a perfectly sculpted jaw, and lips that always seemed to carry the ghost of an amused smirk. His skin was pale, flawless, a stark contrast to the deep crimson hue of his hair and the eerie glow of his unnaturally red eyes—eyes that flickered like molten embers beneath the soft glow of candlelight.He was leisurely flipping a collection of gemstones in his palm,

Lorien’s POVSherelle’s voice still lingered in the air, dripping with venomous satisfaction, but I didn’t care. Her reasons, her vendetta, her obsession—none of it mattered to me.I exhaled, twirling a gemstone between my fingers, watching the way the dim light caught the glinting facets. Then, with a casual shrug, I spoke."I have no interest in your reasons, Sherelle." My voice was flippant, almost bored. "But it's not hard to see that you have no heart."Sherelle’s gaze snapped to me, eyes flashing with warning."What?" she demanded, bristling like a cat backed into a corner.I ignored her indignation, letting the gemstone slip between my fingers onto the table with a sharp clink."There's only a bottomless pit where your heart should be," I continued, studying her with detached amusement. "A void that swallows everything in its wake."Her lips parted slightly, as if to argue, but she hesitated. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face before she scowled, voice sharp."An