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CHAPTER 59: Desperation Over Reputation
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TRAYTON’S POV: The night is heavy around me, a man whose very name struck terror into the hearts of those who dare to cross his path. In the dimly lit study of my sprawling estate, I stand before a towering mahogany desk, clutching the ornate, black telephone with an iron grip. The room is cloaked in shadows, save for the soft glow of antique lamps that cast elongated silhouettes upon the walls, reminiscent of monstrous specters. Through my reflection in my empty champagne glass, my craggy face, etched with the marks of a lifetime spent in treacherous dealings, contorts into a mask of concern. My steely gold eyes, usually as cold as glacial ice, now glisten with a hint of doubts. Braxton’s voice through that phone call was breaking my carefully cultivated façade of evil and thrusting me into the abyss of worry. I issued no threats, made no demands for him to stop accusing me. I had merely listened, my heart, though I’d never admit it, aching with dread. Braxton is falling apart and i
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 61: False Obedience
BRAXTON’S POV: I inch an eye open and see the first rays of morning light filter through the heavy curtains, providing a feeble glow across the bedroom. I stay motionless, lay in a tangled heap of silk sheets, my once-impeccable tailored suit discarded haphazardly on the floor. My raven-black hair is tousled, and the heaviness of my eyes tells a story of a restless night. As consciousness slowly claws its way back into my foggy mind, I groan and clutch my throbbing head. I attempt to sit up, but the room spins viciously in response, and I fall back onto the bed with an undignified thud. A wave of nausea washes over me, and I desperately press my hand to my clammy forehead. "God," I mutter, my voice hoarse and weak, "What did I do last night?" The memories of the previous day begin to trickle back, fragmented and disjointed. There was the press conference, whiskey flowing freely, Trayton’s adamant denial of his involvement in my family’s disappearance and my family’s disappearance i
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 62: Engaged at Last!
The sun is setting over the sprawling estate of Trayton’s mansion, casting long shadows that seem to reach out and claw at the approaching darkness. The air is thick with tension as I sit at the backseat of my car, staring ahead at the imposing iron gates that guard the entrance to my family's ancestral home. My heart pounds in my chest, dread and resentment coursing through my veins. Tonight is the night of the official engagement dinner, a lavish affair orchestrated by Trayton, a man who I can only describe as an evil incarnate. A union with Helena Flores is designed solely to consolidate power and wealth. I despise the idea, but I have little choice in the matter… for the time being. I won’t allow Trayton’s influence that reaches far and wide, to lead to my ruin. My car glides smoothly through the gates. The mansion looms ever closer, a fortress of privilege and power, as I steel myself for the storm that awaits. The reporters’ relentless pursuit of scandalous headlines has reach
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 63: The First Pieces of the Puzzle
Helena reclines on the edge of the king-sized bed. Her hair tumbles in loose waves down her back, and her eyes are shimmering with a desperate desire. She wears nothing and her smirk shows how confident she is in exposing herself to me. Her voice is a whisper, a blood-boiling plea that lingers in the air. "I thought we could have a romantic evening together, just the two of us." I sigh, frustration simmering within me. My silence and my disinterest makes her lips tremble, and she rises from the bed, her steps measured and graceful. She approaches me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine."Braxton," she purrs again, her voice an irritating, trying-hard temptation as she trails a finger along my chest, "Why resist the inevitable? We’re about to get married soon anyway. Besides, the night is young, and you seem to have so much pent-up tension. Let me help you release it." My jaw clenches this time. I have little patience for distractions, especially not tonight. I tilt down my head to
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 64: A Plan To Escape
ELOISE’S POV: In the last twenty-four hours, the room remains an abyss of darkness, the air heavy with a palpable sense of foreboding. But in the midst of this inky void, I’ve never, not even for a split second, let go of my Maddox whom I clutch so tightly to my chest. I can sense his heart pounding in unison with mine like a desperate, synchronized drumbeat. He’s a fragile wisp of innocence, trembling in the safety of my embrace. He clings to my shirt, fingers grasping at the fabric as if it’s a preservation of sanity. This makes me imagine how he looks right now: pale with wide, fearful eyes reflecting the unknown terrors that lurk beyond the shadows. With determination overlaying a trembling core of terror, I whisper soothing words into his ear. My voice, though shaken, is reassurance in the abyss. "Shh, my love," I murmur, my lips brushing against his earlobe. "We'll be okay. I promise."I press my cheek against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own, taking solace
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 65: Deception or Truthfulness?
"Don’t be too happy about our agreement," says the male kidnapper. "Some of our 'associates' may not agree with the decision to let you and the kid go." My heart drums again. What’s that supposed to mean? Are they backing out that fast? I thought that their conflicting motives might offer a glimmer of hope, a chance to escape their clutches. But now, even that thought seems to be slipping away. The female kidnapper leans closer to me, but pauses when I take a step back."Listen carefully," she whispers, her eyes darting nervously towards the door. "You've got a small window of opportunity. We can't guarantee how long it'll last, but we'll let you escape. If you follow our instructions to the letter, you and your son might get out of here alive. So you can give us the fortune you promised."That makes the aggressive beating of my heart stop. I nod, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Tell us what we need to do."The man sets his jaw forward and begins to outline his plan. "First
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 66: The Escape
The moon hangs low in the ink-black sky, casting a silvery glow upon the dense canopy of leaves that stretch above us. It’s the kind of night when the forest comes alive with a variety of mysterious sounds—the rustle of leaves, the hoot of an owl, the distant howl of a coyote. Under this celestial canopy, we move silently, our every step cautious and deliberate. I prowl with a determined grace, my eyes darting from tree to tree, scanning for any signs of danger. My hand is still clutched tightly to my Maddox’s tiny fingers while he clings to my hand back with an unspoken trust. Beside us, limped Ethan, whose rugged face bears fresh scars. His clothes are tattered and ripped, his breathing labored, but his eyes remain sharp and vigilant. He no longer has the lantern in his hand, but what he has is a determined look that suggests he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure our safety. I lead the way, my footsteps barely making a sound as I navigate the forest floor. Every twig that snaps und
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 67: A Refuge or Another Danger?
My eyes glint with a feral, primal instinct as I listen intently to the distant sounds of creaking footsteps, prowling closer and closer. Danger is approaching, and my Maddox safety is my primary concern. With him nestling against me, I scan the room with my eyes, searching for any possible means of escape. There’s a broken window to the right, but it’s too small for me and even for my Maddox to fit through. ‘Snow, let’s switch now.’ Snow stays silent, but her eyes are laser focused on the kitchen’s door. ‘Snow, what’s wrong?’ -”The one who’s coming isn’t one of the kidnappers.”- My eyebrows twitch, curiosity piques. -”His footsteps are that of man’s feet, not of wolf’s paws. His scent is something I’ve not smelled from any of the kidnappers’.”- As the sounds outside draw nearer, my heart pounds in my chest. I can hear the heavy breathing, the click of a rifle being cocked. Panic threatens to consume me, but I can’t afford to lose control. Not now. Then, a soft whimper escapes
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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
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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
