All Chapters of Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Calvin's POV I took Franklin's advice and called a Pack meeting to address the situation.The hall was packed to capacity, the air thick with tension and desperation. Every face that turned toward me carried a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and hollowed-out hope. I stood on the raised dais, my gaze sweeping over the crowd. The weight of their expectations pressed down on my shoulders like a suffocating shroud. It felt less like a gathering and more like a battlefield.I raised my hand to quiet the murmurs that had rippled through the gathering. "Thank you all for coming," I began, my voice steady, though my chest felt tight. "I know these past months have been unimaginably difficult. But I want you all to know that I’m doing everything I can to fix this. As long as I’m Alpha, I will never let this Pack fall."The words had barely left my mouth when a sharp voice rang out from the crowd."And what have you actually done, Alpha?"The room fell silent as a tall, wiry man stepped forward,

Calvin's POV The day had started no differently than the countless others of late—heavy with tension and a suffocating sense of dread. I was seated behind my desk, the surface strewn with reports and maps that Franklin and I had been dissecting. The room felt oppressive, the walls closing in with the weight of my Pack's suffering.The room was quiet except for the rustling of papers as Franklin explained the latest updates on our attempts to negotiate with the Moon Rock Pack. His voice was steady, but I could sense the exhaustion in his tone. We were both worn thin.I leaned back in my chair, trying to push away the throbbing headache that had been my constant companion for weeks. "We’ll try again," I said, my voice heavy. "We don’t have another option. They’re our last hope for supplies before winter."Franklin nodded but didn’t seem convinced. "I’ll prepare the next envoy," he said, though he didn’t meet my eyes.A sudden, frantic knock on the door broke through the quiet. It wasn’t

Calvin’s POVHopelessness was a poison that seeped into every corner of my life. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it clung to me, a suffocating shroud.For months, I had tried everything—letters, emissaries, messengers, and desperate pleas—but it was no use. Not a single Pack wanted to be associated with us. Not after the children's deaths. The weight of what had happened to our firstborns had turned us into pariahs. The news spread fast, faster than even I could have anticipated. Stories of death, sorrow, and desperation painted the Obsidian Pack as cursed, as a place to be avoided at all costs.The once-bustling Pack lands now felt hollow, every corner of it a reminder of what we’d lost. Mothers who had buried their children wandered aimlessly, their eyes hollow, their grief so loud it felt like a scream ringing in my ears day and night. Fathers clung to their surviving families, but even they looked at me with resentment burning in their eyes. I'd spent weeks, months, tr

Calvin's POV The moment the witch’s words settled in my mind, I knew what had to be done. Kamrynn was the key to saving the Pack, the only chance to break the curse that had turned our lives into a living nightmare. The realization felt like a hammer striking my chest. I clenched my fists, a mix of dread and determination swirling within me."Thank you," I said to the witch, my voice hoarse. She regarded me with wary eyes, as if unsure whether I meant it.“Remember, Alpha,” she replied, her voice sharp like a blade. “Your Pack’s salvation depends on her forgiveness. Nothing else can save you.”I nodded grimly and left her dwelling, the air around me feeling colder than ever. Kamrynn was out there somewhere, not just carrying the hope of my Pack’s survival, but also my child—my heir. She must have given birth by now, and the thought of her raising my child, away from me, filled me with an unbearable mix of frustration, yearning, and guilt.Returning to the Pack, I knew there was no ti

Calvin's POVThe rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall grated on my nerves as I sifted through the endless paperwork littering my desk. Numbers, trade routes, inventory lists—all of it blurred together into meaningless scribbles. My mind wasn’t here, couldn’t be here, not when Kamrynn was still out there, somewhere. The gnawing frustration and helplessness had become a constant ache in my chest, and no amount of work could drown it out.A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I straightened in my chair, my voice sharp and unwelcoming. “What?”Franklin stepped in, his expression carefully neutral. He always wore that mask when dealing with me these days, likely to avoid triggering one of my outbursts. “Alpha,” he greeted me with a respectful nod.I wasted no time. “Do you have news?”Franklin hesitated, the pause long enough to stoke my irritation. He knew better than to drag his feet, especially about this.“Well?” I demanded, my tone harsher than I intended.“No