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CHAPTER 37 (2): Ethan's Choice
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 38: The Alpha and the Beta
The dawn’s light peeks from the listless clouds, casting the towering glass building’s porch in a cool, dim glow. A sequence of camera shutters click and flash, a fervent desperation of the reporters to capture a glimpse of the elusive figure they have been tailing for days, well for years to be literal. Onlookers have gathered across the street, their eager eyes fixated on the spectacle they’re hoping to witness. Amidst this frenzied chaos I stand nearby, untouched by the pandemonium around me. Composed, my eyes don’t show a hint of emotion as I scan the sea of faces before me. Clad in a perfectly tailored charcoal jacket, lowering the brim of my cap, I meld seamlessly with the twilight shadows. My pale skin almost blends into the building’s sleek architecture. My hair, devoid of a single strand out of place, as if I completed the picture of a man who had mastered the art of concealment. The voices around fuse into an indistinct hum. My pulse remains steady, my breathing even, as
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 39: Countering the Evil Plan
ELOISE’S POV: My voice, as soft as the sigh of the wind through the trees, disguises its gentle rhythm. My eyes brim with an emotion I struggle to contain. "Ethan, I know the darkness that clings to your Alpha, the cruelty he inflicts upon others. I beg you, stand with me, with Braxton. Let’s work together against him." Ethan, his features carved in stoic lines, meets my gaze that’s as intense as Braxton’s. “Eloise, you don’t know the intricacies of my position. I’m bound by loyalty, by oaths that cannot be broken." My delicate fingers fall from Ethan’s knuckles, my disappointment mingling with a grief only I can fathom. "But, I have glimpsed the goodness within you, the compassion you harbor despite the darkness that surrounds you. Can you truly turn a blind eye to the suffering your Alpha inflicts?" Ethan's jaw tightens, a fleeting flicker of emotion crossing his face before he schools his features into an impenetrable mask once more. "Compassion is a luxury I cannot afford. My
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 40: To Protect is to Become Ruthless Too
BRAXTON’S POV: Clad not in my customary power suits but in the cozy embrace of my pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the plush carpet of my living room. My normally stern countenance is softened by a genuine smile as I engage in a spirited battle of wits with my precocious four-year-old son. The room is suffused with the warm glow of lamps, casting a soft illumination that dances upon the furnishings. All my business acumen seems to dissolve into insignificance as I chase Maddox in a playful game of hide-and-seek. "Come now, buddy, where could you have gone to?" My voice holds a note of feigned perplexity as I scan the room, my eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. A peal of laughter tinkles from behind a silk curtain, and I lunge toward it, my heart alight with a kind of joy I have scarcely known before. I sweep aside the fabric, and there he is, Maddox’s bright gold eyes twinkling with mirth, his dark hair framing his cherubic face. "Found you!" I exclaim, scooping him up i
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 41: The Exposé
I gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, my eyes tracing the popping thread of lights of the city. The bustling metropolis is a world of its own, a realm where danger lurks as easily as opportunity. My mind, however, isn’t on the breathtaking panorama. My thoughts are consumed by a primal need, a fierce desire to safeguard what I hold most dear - my family. I can’t afford to leave their safety to chance. Especially now, that my own dad, backed by several of my packmates, commits to harm them.Summoning my Omegas with a press of a button, I issue the command that would give me a bit of an ease whenever I’m away from Eloise and Maddox. A team of experts is dispatched, entrusted with the task of turning our haven into a fortress. State-of-the-art closed-circuit television cameras soon stand as silent sentinels, their unwavering gaze covering every inch of the abode. As the technicians work meticulously, I retreat to my office room. I watch the live feed on my phone’s screen, observin
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 42: The Ripple Effect
The spacious corner office is bathed in the soft glow of the just-risen moon’s light, casting shadows across the now empty conference table. I sit in a plush leather chair, trying my best to exude an air of authority, though my demeanor is far from calm. My steely gaze is fixed upon the massive flat-screen television mounted on the wall, where the news anchor's voice reverberates through the room. The image on the screen shows myself, my stern face displayed alongside a photograph of dad. The headline beneath us read, ‘CEO Alpha Braxton Guttierrez Exposes Father's Corruptions’. A bitter taste of irony lingers in my mouth as I recall myself speaking in front of my company’s shareholders. My voice, strong and unwavering, echoes through my mind. "I cannot and will not condone the actions of my dad, who engaged and is still engaging in unethical practices within our company. Mystic Shadow Enterprise will not be a harbor for corruption any longer." My jaw clenches, and I run a hand thro
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 43: Father and Son: The Battle
Amidst the confines of my office, the moonlight filters through the curtains, spreading eerie shadows upon the polished mahogany and gilded decor. The scent of wealth and power that hanged in the air like a thick fog, is now overtaken by a far more primal aroma, the lycanthropy. In the center of this opulent battleground, Squall and Shadow, both furiously desperate not to lose, face off with eyes gleaming like twin shards of molten gold. Their fearsome claws twitch with a predatory hunger. "Alpha Trayton, I know you can hear me," Squall snarls, his lips curling into a menacing grin that reveals his elongated fangs. "It's time you acknowledge that your son isn’t your puppet just like how you treat our packmates." Shadow, his grizzled mane of dark-gray fur cascading down his shoulders, meets Squall’s challenge with a growl of his own. "You've grown reckless, boy," he hisses, his voice laced with authority born of centuries. "You think your human counterpart will make an effective l
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 44: Home with Me
ELOISE’S POV: I stir from my sleep, and my heart quickens as I blink away the remnants of sleep, the echoes of a dream fading like distant whispers. A faint, rhythmic sound reaches my ears—a gentle, lullaby-like melody, the soft hum of the city's nocturnal music. I turn my head to the side, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, and there, beside me, nestling beneath the silken sheets, lay my precious Maddox. My gaze softens as I watch the rise and fall of my Maddox’s chest, his small fingers clutched at a plush teddy bear, a steadfast guardian against the night's shadows. With a tender smile, I reach out and brush a strand of hair from his cheek. But as my senses fully awaken, a sense of unease creeps over me. I can’t smell Braxton’s scent nor feel his strong presence. Panic flutters in my chest, like a bird trapped within a cage of uncertainty. “He isn’t back yet?” I murmur. I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb my Maddox’s peaceful sleep. I pad across the room, my bare feet si
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 45: A Night of Horror
Braxton and I lay entwined in each other's arms, lost in the embrace of dreams, our sleep a refuge from the cares of the world. The night is still, save for the distant hum of the city far below. A sense of serenity envelops us, cocooning us in a blissful tranquility. I, with my hair cascading over the satin pillow, nestle closer to Braxton, my lips just inches from his ear. His steady breathing is a lullaby, soothing my restless heart. However, all of a sudden, a sinister change creeps into the night. A series of nonstop low, mournful howls echo through the penthouse, a haunting lament that sends shivers racing down my spine. My eyes flutter open, my sleep-fogged mind struggling to comprehend the eerie sound that seems to emanate from within my very dreams. Braxton twitches beside me, his senses awakening to the disconcerting noise. His arms tighten around me, instinctively shielding me from whatever unknown danger lurking in the shadows. We exchange a bewildered glance, I can fee
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 101: Sanctuary
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 100: Healing
It’s been hours since I laid back on the crisp sheets of the narrow hospital bed. The faint hum of machines and the antiseptic scent create an atmosphere that both comforts and haunts me. I glance at the empty space at the corner where my Maddox and his bed were there earlier before the nurses took them away. Braxton, sitting on a leather chair, his eyes fixed on the door as if willing the doctor to appear. His hands clutch a small notebook, its pages filled with medical jargon and hastily scribbled notes. His fingers tap a restless rhythm on the armrest, a physical manifestation of the tumultuous emotions churning within. The ticking clock on the wall echoes the anxious beats of my heart. The weight of our Maddox’s fate rested heavy in the room, casting a solemn shadow on us. Braxton looks at me, his eyes conveying fear and determination. He reaches for my hand, fingers intertwining as if seeking strength from the touch. Our silent exchange speaks volumes, a language formed through
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 99: Family
The hospital room, a space that has become my world, harbors the echoes of countless emotions—joy and sorrow woven into the fabric of its sterile walls. Months have passed since the persistent hum of medical equipment became the backdrop to our days, and days since the arrival of the newest member of our family. I remember the first time I stepped into this hospital, the antiseptic scent clinging to the air, contradicting the warmth of life growing within. It's been years of watching my Maddox battle an illness that’s insurmountable, of holding his hand through the long nights and finding solace in the fact that every sunrise means another day of fighting. Then, the arrival of my Brayleigh, a burst of sunshine in the midst of the storm. Her cries mingle with the beeping of monitors, a symphony that encapsulates the bittersweet nature of life. The joy of her arrival, tempered by the reality that her blood can hold the key to her brother's recovery. As I perch on the edge of the bed,
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 96: The Sick and the Unborn
ELOISE’S POV: The sterile scent of antiseptic greets me as I step into the hospital once again, my heart heavy with worry. The familiar surroundings, while offering a semblance of routine, only serves to amplify the ache in my chest. I thought we’re past this, believing the worst was over when we finally brought Braxton home just a few hours ago. But life has a cruel way of reminding me that hope is a fragile thing. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a pallid glow on the tiled floors that echo with the muffled footsteps of nurses and the distant hum of medical machinery. My steps are hesitant, my fingers trembling as I clutch the edges of Braxton’s suit jacket draped over my shoulders. I round the corner and approach the nurse's station, where a tired-looking woman with a sympathetic smile sits. "Ms. Garcia?" the nurse asks, her voice a soft murmur. I nod, my eyes darting anxiously toward the corridor that leads to the rooms. "Dr. Tiu will meet you in a few minutes,
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 95: The New Main Alpha and the Future Luna
The gravel crunches beneath the sleek tires of my black Bugatti as it glides to a stop in front of the imposing iron gates that guard the entrance to the pack’s vast estate. Dad’s mansion looms in the distance, a grand and ancient structure cloaked in ivy, a silent witness to generations of power and influence. I step out of the car, my posture straight, accentuating my broad physique and confident demeanor. My Gammas flank me and my family, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a vigilance born from years of experience. Beside me, Eloise, who steps gracefully onto the gravel, her hand delicately cradling the small form of Maddox, whose eyes wander around, oblivious to the tension that hangs in the air. As we approach the mansion's entrance, a group of high-ranking pack officials awaits us in the front yard. Some wear expressions of cold indifference, while others struggle to conceal their disdain. My gaze sweeps over the assembly, meeting the eyes of those who dare to look dire
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 94: Home
As I lay in the crisp sheets of the narrow bed, the steady beeping of the heart monitor keeps reminding me of the ordeal I’m faced with. Eloise sits on the chair by the bedside, her lips are stretched and curled at the corners, her eyes twinkle with elation as she stares at the engagement ring on her finger. While Maddox, who’s seated on her lap, plays with a stuffed bear. Moments later, the door creaks open, and Dr. Reynolds, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, enters the room. His white coat seems to glow under the harsh fluorescent lights, and the smell of antiseptic billows in the air as he approaches me. "Good morning, Mr. Guttierrez," he greets with a warm smile. "How are you feeling today?" I manage a weak smile in return, my voice a rasp. "Better. A lot better." The doctor glances at the monitor and nods, satisfied. "Your vitals are stable, and the wound has healed remarkably well. You're a resilient one as I should expect from a CEO and an Alpha, I must say." Eloise grips
