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CHAPTER 67: A Refuge or Another Danger?
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 68: The Beginning of a Long-Awaited Wedding
HELENA’S POV: The wedding gown boutique stands at the heart of the city's fashion district, its pristine white exterior adorned with lavish displays of bridal elegance. Inside, the air is suffused with the scent of delicate fabrics, and the shimmering gowns seem to whisper promises of fairy tale weddings to come. But amid the satin and lace, there’s this phone call that suddenly commands my attention for all the wrong reasons. My fingers move with grace as I retrieve my cell phone from my handbag. With a glance that can cut glass, I silence the discordant jingle and answer, my tone irate. "What is it?" I hiss into the phone, capturing the gazes of the boutique’s employees. With one arch eyebrow and a glare, the employees veer their gazes away from me and move on with their businesses. On the other end of the line, one of the rogues I’m paying for a ‘special’ mission, Victor, hesitates for a few seconds before finally delivering the news to me. -["The woman you wanted us to take c
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 69: Fear
The well-lit, restaurant exudes an air of sophistication that matches the elegant attire of its patrons. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow over the well-dressed diners below. At a corner table draped in fine linen, I sit regally, my hair cascading in perfect waves over my slender shoulders. My eyes, cold and calculating, survey the room with a sense of ownership. Beside me is Braxton. His tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and perfectly knotted tie speaks of wealth and influence, but his eyes, hidden behind a mask of indifference, reveal a mind far removed from the glittering world they inhabit. As the waiter serves the first course, a delicate amuse-bouche, I lean across the table. "Braxton, darling," I purr. "I can't believe our wedding is just a few weeks away. Aren't you excited?"Braxton’s gaze remains fixed on his plate, his fork delicately spearing a bite-sized piece of seared foie gras. He takes a moment to savor the flavors before rep
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 70: The Phone Call
BRAXTON’S POV: Helena’s phone buzzes insistently on the tablecloth, startling her. She fumbles for her phone, her graceful demeanor faltering as she stares at the incoming call. Her face is drained of color. "Helena, aren't you going to answer that?" I ask. Her bottom lip trembles as she forces her response. "It's nothing important, just business." I pick up my wine glass and through its rim, my gaze continues to observe her. After pretending to take a sip on my wine, I lick my lips then casually says, “Go ahead.”Without ado this time, she rises abruptly, excusing herself in a shaky voice. "I'm terribly sorry, Braxton. I’ll be quick.”I watch her go, perplexed and suspicious. Whatever call has just come in has shaken her to the core. She steps away from our table, her posture tense as she engages in a hushed conversation, her expression a mask of fear.‘Did you see that, Squall? The fear in her eyes when she took that call. It's not like Helena to show such fear.’-”I saw it. She
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 71: Reunion
My car glides through the bustling streets of the city, its tinted windows shielding me from the prying eyes of the world. I lean back in my leather seat, my fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest, my thoughts on Eloise and Maddox. "Harold, pull over up ahead," I say without removing my sight from the people rushing by the sidewalk through the car glass. Harold obeys without question. He guides the car to the curb in front of a modest-looking boutique with a faded sign that read ‘Bargain Fashions’. I adjust the collar of my designer suit and glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My chiseled features and neatly groomed dark hair are instantly recognizable. I need a disguise, something to help me blend in with the ordinary citizens of the city. "Harold," I say, turning to him this time, "I need you to do me a favor." Harold nods, his face an epitome of loyalty and discretion. "Of course, my Alpha. What do you need?" "I need you to go into that boutique and buy me
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 72: Reunion (Part 2)
The room is filled with an air of emotions and relief. My heart is still racing from the events that unfolded just hours ago. I still can’t believe they are safe now. I can’t tear my eyes away from these two people who meant the world to me. Eloise sits back on the plush sofa, clutching Maddox tightly to her chest. Tears glisten in her eyes, and her breaths come in shaky, uneven bursts. I know that she’s been through hell, an even more dangerous kind of hell, these past few days and it has only been by some miracle that they’ve escaped the clutches of our ruthless enemies. I remove my mask and my cap, toss them to the center table as I move towards them. My steps are slow and cautious, as if fearing that any sudden movement may shatter the fragile peace that has settled over us. Maddox glides from Eloise’s lap and I reach out a trembling hand to touch his tiny cheek, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of his face. He looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes, blissfully but probabl
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 73: Trust
ELOISE’S POV: The first faint rays of dawn filter through the curtains, casting a pale glow into the dimly lit bedroom. I stir, groaning softly as my senses slowly emerge from the depths of slumber. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I lay still, feeling the weight of the morning settling upon me. But it isn't the gentle embrace of a new day that greets me. It’s a heaviness in my stomach, a queasiness that threatens to overpower my senses. Panic bubbles up as I realize what’s coming. I have barely enough time to push aside the silk blanket and scramble to my feet before a wave of nausea hits me like a freight train. With unsteady legs, I stumble across the room. The harsh, unforgiving tiles of the bathroom floor seem miles away, and each step is a battle against my churning stomach. My head throbs in time with my racing heartbeat. Finally, I reach the bathroom door. I barely have time to throw it open before I’m bent over the toilet, retching. The world swirls around me as I em
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 74: Suddenly...
HELENA’S POV: I pace relentlessly across the ornate carpet of my bedroom. My eyes blaze with a cruel, cold fire as I clutch my phone to my ear, my long, raven-black hair cascading in a wave of locks down my back. "Victor!" I hiss through clenched teeth, my voice laced with anger, "You imbecile. You and your lackeys were supposed to have them under control by now. Do you know what's at stake here?" Victor, on the other end of the line, stammers in response, his voice quaking with fear. -["I-I'm sorry, Miss Helena. They’ve completely slipped through our grasp. It was as if they vanished into thin air."]-My fingers tighten around my phone, my crimson nails biting into my palm. I fight to keep my temper in check, knowing that it’s fear, not anger, that will drive me point home. "You imbecile! I don't pay you for excuses. I pay you for results. Those enemies are a threat to everything I've worked for. Well, start imagining what I can do to you and your families if you don’t find them!
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 75: A Dream of a Reality?
The soft light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over my bedroom. I stir, my eyes blinking open, and for a moment, I can’t quite grasp the reality of my surroundings. I reach out to the empty side of the bed, the cool sheets confirming what my heart has already begun to suspect. "Braxton?" I call out, my voice hesitant and trembling with the morning's stillness. There’s no answer, only the distant sound of a bird's chirping. I sit up, pulling the covers off me as a wave of confusion washes over me.Has it all been a dream? The memory of Braxton standing at my door the night before feels like a fading echo of a beautiful dream, but the warmth of his embrace, the scent of his perfume, and the taste of his kiss linger in my senses, all too vivid to be a mere fantasy. I’ve been so sure he was real.Rubbing my eyes, I scan the room for any signs of him. But he’s nowhere to be found. Fixing my robe, I head out of my bedroom, then descend the staircase, my steps
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