All Chapters of Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Calvin’s POVThe first thing I registered was the sound.A door slamming against the wall. The sharp, ragged inhale of someone barely containing their fury. And then—A roar.Not just any roar.A sound so raw, so drenched in murderous rage, that the very air in the room seemed to shudder.I lifted my head slowly.Lorien stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his serpentine eyes burning with an unfathomable fury. His hands were clenched so tight that his claws had unsheathed, digging into his own palms. His aura flooded the room, suffocating, oppressive, a force of nature ready to tear through anything in its way.Franklin took a wary step back. Even he, ever composed, looked pale.But I didn’t move.I didn’t have the strength to.Or maybe, I just didn’t care.Then Lorien’s voice shattered the silence."You—" His voice was low, guttural, like the growl of a beast about to tear into its prey.I barely had time to process it before he lunged.His fist slammed into my jaw, snapping my h

Kamrynn’s POVI hadn’t slept—not even for a second.I had spent the entire time watching over Calvin, my gaze never leaving him, as if the sheer force of my will could somehow keep him tethered to life. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the quiet room, a haunting reminder that despite everything, he was still here—still breathing.The bruises on his face had darkened, stark against the unnatural paleness of his skin. His lips were swollen, his arms bandaged where deep wounds had been stitched closed. Lorien had done a number on him. The sight of it left an unfamiliar weight in my chest, something tight and uncomfortable that I didn’t want to examine too closely.My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the doctor walked in.She was an older woman with a calm, professional air about her, moving with the quiet efficiency of someone who had seen far worse injuries than this. She barely spared me a glance before focusing her attention on Calvin, checking the mach

Kamrynn’s POVThe Helion Forest was exactly as I remembered—a place where light dared not linger.A thick, unnatural fog clung to the ground, curling around the gnarled tree trunks like ghostly fingers. The branches above us twisted into clawed hands, reaching for something unseen, casting eerie shadows over the narrow path we followed. The air was dense, suffocating, as though the very forest rejected our presence.And in a way, it probably did.Lorien walked ahead of me, his footsteps silent, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator on the hunt. He barely made a sound, his posture tense but controlled. Even with his seemingly relaxed stride, I could feel the raw power coiled beneath his every step, waiting for the slightest reason to strike.I wasn’t afraid.Not of the forest.Not of the darkness.But of what waited for me at the end of this path.The cabin came into view through the thick mist, small and unassuming, tucked away in the heart of this cursed place. The

Kamrynn’s POVThe wind howled in my ears as Lorien’s massive wings beat against the sky, carrying us back to the Obsidian Pack. My body ached with exhaustion, my muscles sore from the battle with Sherelle, but my heart felt… lighter. The weight I had been carrying for so long had finally lifted. Sherelle was gone. The nightmare was over.I let out a slow breath as the familiar scent of pine and earth filled my senses. Below us, the Obsidian Pack’s territory stretched out like a vast, living tapestry, the Pack House standing proud at the center. And there, right in front of it, was Luna Dowager Marlana.My heart clenched at the sight of her standing in the open yard, her arms stretched wide as she lifted Astor into the air while Arabella giggled beside her. My babies.Before Lorien even landed, I was already reaching forward, itching to touch the ground, to get to them.The moment his claws touched the earth, I didn’t hesitate. I slid off his back, stumbling slightly before steadying my

Kamrynn's POV A week had passed since my conversation with Calvin.A week since I told him I needed time.I had checked on him daily, making sure he was taking his medication, eating properly, and recovering as he should. His wounds were healing, the bruises fading, but the silence between us remained thick and awkward. I never stayed long enough for us to have a real conversation.Whenever I visited, he would look at me with those piercing green eyes, as if willing me to say something—anything. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready.Instead, I threw myself into taking care of the twins and helping around the Pack House, trying to cultivate trust with everyone. It wasn’t easy. Some wolves still avoided me, their eyes lingering with suspicion or fear. But others—the ones who had lost children and had found comfort in my blessing—were beginning to warm up to me.Today, I was sitting in the courtyard with Astor in my arms. Arabella had a fever last night and had been crying on and off until daw