All Chapters of Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kamrynn’s POVI barely sleep the rest of the night. The hours crawl by, each second stretching longer than the last as my mind races. My babies. I need to see them. I need to hold them in my arms, feel their little hands gripping mine, hear their voices calling out for me. It’s been too long.The logical part of me knows they’re safe with Rmonica. She’d protect them with her life. But that doesn’t stop the ache inside me, the unbearable longing that refuses to be soothed.If I had it my way, I'd go straight to Blue Bell to be with them. Still, I know where my duty lies. The Obsidian Pack has been suffering for over a year because of my curse. My absence has already cost them too much, and I can’t let them continue to bear the weight of sins that were never theirs to shoulder. My children will always be my top priority, but I won’t let an entire pack suffer when I have the power to set things right.Morning finally arrives, and I throw off the covers, exhausted yet restless. I waste no

Kamrynn’s POVThe search for Sherelle could wait.For now, there was something far more important.I pressed one last kiss to Astor and Arabella’s soft heads before forcing myself to hand them back to Marlana. My arms resisted the motion, screaming at me to keep them close, to never let go again. But I had to.Marlana took them with a knowing smile, gently adjusting their blankets as she rocked them against her chest. They cooed, little hands clutching at her necklace, blissfully unaware of everything that had happened.My heart clenched.Soon, my loves. I’ll hold you again soon.As I turned away, Lorien stepped forward. His presence was unmistakable—the weight of his gaze pressing down on me like a tangible force. I expected him to say something to me, but instead, his sharp eyes locked onto Marlana’s arms.Or more specifically—onto the babies.His brows pulled together slightly, a quizzical expression overtaking his normally unreadable face. He tilted his head, staring at Astor and

Kamrynn’s POVThe hallways blurred past me as I stormed toward his room, my heart pounding like a war drum against my ribs. The whispers of Pack members barely registered in my ears—their hushed tones filled with worry, apprehension, fear.They should be afraid.I wasn’t here for peace.Reaching Calvin’s door, I kicked it open without hesitation. The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling the two men inside.Calvin and Franklin.Both turned sharply toward me, but I only saw one person.Him.His clothes were still soaked from the rain, the dark fabric clinging to every inch of his body, defining every muscle. His hair dripped with water, strands sticking to his face, shaping it—making him look more rugged, more raw, more—No.I crushed the warmth that flared in my chest.I had almost forgotten we were mates.Almost.The moment my gaze met his green eyes, I let the fury take over.“Leave,” I ordered, my voice like steel as I turned to Franklin.He hesitate

Lorien’s POVThe storm wasn’t letting up.I stood at the edge of the large window, watching the heavy downpour with narrowed eyes. Rain lashed against the glass, blurring the view outside. Thick, dark clouds churned across the sky, and the occasional crack of lightning illuminated the wet landscape. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, and I knew there was no way I’d be flying out tonight. Even if I wanted to risk it, I needed clear skies to navigate.Not that I had a destination in mind.The truth was, I had nowhere to go. No home to return to. No family waiting for me.The cabin where I had spent the last month was out of the question. That place was haunted—tainted by memories I couldn’t afford to hold onto. Kamrynn’s scent was probably still embedded in the sheets, lingering in the air, in the walls, in every damn corner. If I returned, I’d drive myself mad.I exhaled sharply, turning away from the window. The tension in my chest tightened like an iron grip, suffocating and

Lorien’s POVLysaa was so damn beautiful.The moment her soft voice filled the space between us, everything in me had screamed to take her—to claim her, to make her mine in every way imaginable. My rut raged within me, clawing at my control, demanding I give in to my basest instincts.But I held back.Just barely.She was so small, so delicate, and everything in me knew I needed to be careful. She was mine, but she was also precious, something to be treasured—not broken.Still, my patience had its limits.“I honestly can’t wait,” I admitted, my voice a low growl, thick with hunger. My fingers traced the curve of her jaw, feeling the soft hitch in her breath. “I’ve been holding back for too long, Lysaa.”I leaned in, letting my lips hover near her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “I’m in rut,” I murmured, my voice rough with unrestrained need. “And it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to take you right here, right now.”A shiver ran through her, and I smirked, dragging my n