The Alpha Don’s UnMated Bride.

Chapter 8: Runaway Bride.

“A mafia’s cruelest trick isn’t locking the door, it’s making you believe you ever left.”—Sh.

Rivera~•

I waited until midnight, scanning every shadow for movement. The whole house was silent, no sign of Zorah, and no sign of Zayen. Just two guards posted at the front door.

Perfect.

If there was one thing the moon goddess had blessed me with it was big t**s and a banging body. And if life had taught me anything since seventeen, it was that men thought with their d***s more than their brains.

“Excuse me,” I called softly, making sure my doe eyes glistened just enough under the moonlight. My neckline dipped low, exposing just enough cleavage to catch attention.

As expected, their gazes dropped instantly. Idiots.

“I think I left my phone in the car earlier,” I murmured. “I really need it, please.”

The first guard cleared his throat, dragging his eyes back up to mine. “The cars are no longer in the compound. You’ll get it tomorrow. Now go back inside.”

“But I need it now. And I doubt you’d know where I kept it. Let me get it myself.”

His jaw tightened. “Go inside. If you don’t find it, the boss will get you another.”

“I don’t want another,” I snapped, lowering my voice to a dangerous purr. “I want that one. Or are you refusing me, forgetting not only am I a Dacian, but I now carry the Morozov surname? One complaint from me, and your life could vanish in an instant.”

That did it. His eyes widened, panic flickering across his face. He opened his mouth to argue again, but the other guard cut him off.

“Let’s go.”

I didn’t hide my smile as I nodded, following him out through the gates.

The compound was quiet, as he led me toward a separate garage outside the main building. He pulled open the car door. “Be quick.”

Oh, I would.

The moment he turned, I wore my best theater face, pressed a hand to my stomach and let out a sharp gasp. Then, I smeared a streak of red jelly across my forearm—close enough to my thigh that it looked like blood.

“Arghhh!! My stomach!” I screamed.

He turned instantly, The guard froze, his face draining of color the second he noticed the “blood.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s cramps. Bad ones.” I wailed.

“What?”

“My period for god’s sakes!” I nearly rolled my eyes, Men were always so clueless about this kind of things. It was my go to act anytime I wanted to sneak out of Rico and Sean’s watch to meet Nicklai.

They were either absolutely clueless or terrified.

“Please,” I begged, doubling over as though I couldn’t move. “Tampons and Pain killers. I—I can’t stand up. Just… please get me some.”

His panic was instant.

“s**t. Where do I get?” He asked.

“I don’t know, just—ahhh!” I groaned louder. That sealed it. He muttered something and bolted back toward the compound.

The moment he vanished into the distance, I straightened, wiping the jelly from my arm. “Men really are the easiest creatures to manipulate.”

Two gates stood near the garage, one leading back inside, one out into the outside Neither would be unguarded, but Papa’s mandatory self-defense classes hadn’t been for nothing and luckily one of the training included jumping over a fence.

However this particular one was tall and my wedding dress wasn’t exactly free for this kind of task.

Regardless, I managed to get on top of the car, pushing forward with all my strength, and hauled myself toward the top of the fence.

I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact.

One. Two. Th—

“Hey!!” I heard a familiar voice.

My eyes flew open. The second guard.

“s**t!” Without thinking, I hurled myself over, ignoring his shouts as I slammed hard onto the grass on the other side. Pain shot up my hip, but I forced myself up and bolted into the trees.

“s**t, s**t, s**t!”

The Morozov estate was a few miles from the main city, I’d memorized that on the drive here. I also remembered the narrow path leading through the woods. I sprinted, branches slashing my arms, my dress tearing at the seams.

Behind me, I heard the gate burst open. Voices. Cars. The whole house was awake.

If there’s one thing that stuck with me from training days was; never look back while running from the enemy. Unlike every dumb movie heroine, I wasn’t about to trip over my own damn dress.

Twenty minutes later, my lungs burned, my legs ached but I saw it. Light.

A train station.

And the train was about to leave.

A station policeman stood by the platform.

“Heyyy! Heyyy!” I screamed, waving desperately.

He frowned the moment he saw me. Who wouldn’t? I was in a torn black wedding dress, hands streaked with fake blood.

“What’s going on, miss?”

He didn’t know me. Thank the gods.

“My husband,” I stammered, breathless. “He’s a psychopath. I found reports—dead people— in his office. When I tried to call for help, he tried to kill me.”

The words tumbled out faster than I could breathe. I prayed he’d believe me. All I needed was to get out of this city before any Frostfang loyalist recognized me.

He was American, a full-breed—I could tell from his accent and the moon-mark on his wrist. Not a Frostfang. He could shift. What was he doing in this territory, however the thoughts didn’t matter because almost immediately I could hear sound of car coming in the direction. I doubted he heard it. Full breed had very limited hearing compared to the ever cursed wolves.

“Alright. Get in, let’s go to the station.” he said, gesturing to a police car parked by the tracks.

I slipped into the passenger seat without hesitation. No doubt it was in another full-breed territory. But before he could round the corner to the driver seat, his phone rang.

“Hang on, let me take this.” He added, walking in the opposite direction.

“What? No!” I hissed, panic spiking. Headlights were slicing through the trees. Engines growing closer. He didn’t notice.

By the time he hung up, silence pressed heavily around us. Just a car rolled in.

He walked forward to meet it, casually.

My eyes widened. “No. That’s him! Don’t go!”

“Calm down. I’ll be right back.” He walked forward to meet it, casually. I stumbled out of the car, heart pounding.

The vehicle stopped where the train had been moments ago. My stomach dropped.

But the moment the door opened I felt my soul leave my body when the car door opened and Zayen, Black suit smooth as sin, stepped out.

The policeman gave a little bow then… stepped aside?

Zayen’s eyes traveled away from him and settled on me. His grey eyes as bright as silver.

He wore a bored expression.

“Tsk, tsk. You really don’t listen, tservana.”