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CHAPTER 80: One More Day
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 81: Disastrous News
The tranquility of my rest is shattered when the heavy oak door to my bedroom creaks open. Someone enters, based on the scent, it’s Liza. Her steps are as hushed as her apologetic voice. "Miss Helena," she whispers, barely daring to intrude upon my realm of dreams. My eyes flutter open, and my irritation is immediate. My glare blazes with anger, and my voice is a sharp lash as I demand, "What is it?! Can’t you see I’m in the middle of my sleep?!" Liza, her cheeks pale and voice trembling, stammers, "Forgive me, but there’s something you need to know. The gown designer, Mr. Laurent Duval, who was to deliver your wedding gown earlier today, had been ambushed on his way here." My eyes widen in surprise, then they narrow when my fury intensifies at the unwelcoming news, my slender fingers clenching the sheets. I get up, swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, my regal bearing disappears in my disheveled state. "Ambushed? How dare he delay the delivery of my gown!" Liza he
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 82: Helena's Unforgettable Day
My bedroom is abuzz with the preparation for the most anticipated event of my life. As the ornate drapes are drawn back, revealing a breathtaking view of the lush lawn and garden, I recline on a chaise longue, my porcelain complexion unblemished and untouched by the anxious lines that’s ruining my usually composed features. My gaze bears a haunted expression as I stare into the distance, the past events of yesterday still fresh in my memory. At my side, the renowned makeup artist, Mrs. O'Hara, meticulously brushes a subtle blush of rose across my high cheekbones. Her hands move with grace, a testament to her years of experience working with the elite. "Are you quite well, Miss Helena?" Mrs. O'Hara inquires. I offer nothing but a quick glance at her before returning my sight back to the distance, which is very different to my usual commanding presence. "I'm just...preoccupied, that's all. It's a wedding day, after all." Meanwhile, the hairdresser, Mr. Thorne, stands poised with a
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 83: A Crime Exposed!
I stand paralyzed at the altar. My body trembles, my heart heavy with anticipation and fear, my eyes dart nervously around, my fear grows with each passing moment. The projector continues to whir to life. The scene continues to unfold on the screen, and I watch in disbelief and terror as Alpha Trayton, several of his Betas and Gammas, and of course me, begin discussing elaborate methods to cause a car accident against the ‘nobody’ and her son and make them appear as a tragic accident. We speak of tampering with brakes, sabotaging steering systems, and creating dangerous distractions for them. ‘This can’t be happening! Someone stop this!’ These are the words booming in my head, but these words are stuck in my throat that I’m almost choking. Hazel, in my subconscious, is speechless, suffering the same torture I’m suffering with. Her eyes wide, her mouth, partly open.The video continues, and we also continue to speak with a cold, calculated indifference, as though discussing the mos
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 84: Guns Versus Claws and Canines
BRAXTON’S POV: The blazing sun is high in the sky, casting relentless rays upon the lush green terrain. The scent of dry earth and the calls of the police officers behind Squall fills the air as they sprint across the landscape. Squall’s fur glistens with sweat under the harsh sun. His sharp, golden eyes are fixed on Helena’s wolf ahead, racing in tandem with him. They race towards the edge of a cliff, knowing that the world that’s plummeting beneath them is a yawning abyss. Helena’s wolf pulls up short, skidding to a halt at the precipice. She lets out a deep, primal growl as she peers over the edge, her body trembles, her posture doubtful. “Helena!” Squall yells, catching his breath as he continues to progress forward. Helena’s wolf either doesn’t hear or ignores Squall’s calling coz she doesn’t look back let alone glance back. Suddenly and shockingly, the hesitancy in her posture magically vanishes. Now showing no such restraint, with an undaunted gleam in her brown eyes, she le
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 85: A Mate's Fear
ELOISE’S POV: The television screen illuminates the hotel living area with images of chaos and despair. I sit on the edge of my seat, a chilling sense of foreboding gripping my heart. I stare at the unfolding tragedy on the news, clutching the remote control tightly, my heart racing like a frightened animal in the wild. My fingers tremble as I turn up the volume, and the cacophony of news anchors fills the room. The scene is surreal, almost dreamlike. The camera pans across a breathtaking garden perched on the edge of a sheer cliff, where Braxton and Helena’s wedding ceremony has been transformed into a nightmarish ordeal. The cliff's edge is like a precipice to my own emotions, teetering on the brink of disaster. Helena, in her white dress with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, looks lost and terrified. Trayton, standing at the front bench just behind the altar, looks way more composed than her while watching what’s happening with narrowed eyes. Braxton, on the other hand, stands
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 86: Tears
The hotel corridor continues to be washed with a tense atmosphere, as though the very walls hold their breath in anticipation of an impending storm. My heart pounds with an even more reason for anxiety, as I clutch my Maddox’s hand tightly. I stand frozen before the imposing figure of Ethan whose eyes are veiled by a thunderous rage. His broad physique blocks our path. His jaw is clenched, and his nostrils flare with each quickened breath, giving me the impression that he’s struggling to contain something more explosive than anger. "Ethan," I stammer, my voice quivering like a leaf in the wind, "Please, let us pass. We have to go now." My Maddox, perhaps sensing the tension, nestles closer to me, peering up with wide, frightened eyes. His tiny fingers cling to my skirt, seeking refuge in my presence. For a moment, it seems as though Ethan may be swayed by my plea. He hesitates, and his eyes flicker, revealing traces of the man I once knew. But then, as if a thunderbolt strikes hi
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 87: A Man, Distraught
ETHAN’S POV: The morgue is a place of deathly stillness, and its sterile walls absorb all sound, leaving only the soft hum of fluorescent lights. I stand at the threshold, my heart a heavy drumbeat in my chest. My father, a man of strength and resilience, lies within those cold walls, life extinguished forever. I take a hesitant step into the morgue, my shoes clicking against the linoleum floor. The scent of disinfectant hangs in the air, sharp and clinical, contrasting sharply with the heaviness of grief that clings to me like a shroud. My breaths come shallow and uneven as I approach the rows of steel gurneys. The numbered tags affixed to the toes of lifeless bodies offer a cruel reminder of the impersonal nature of this place. As I draw nearer, the morgue attendant, a solemn figure in scrubs, nods in acknowledgment. He has seen this sorrow many times before, and his eyes tell a distant sympathy. I return the nod, my throat constricting, and my words stuck in it. I merely point to
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 88: Ethan's Resolve
The hospital's rooftop offers solace amidst the chaos below. The sun dips below the horizon and the gentle breeze carries with it the scent of the city, a faint reminder that life continues even in the face of tragedy. I stand at the edge, gazing out at the distant skyline, my thoughts a maelstrom of guilt and regret. Even so, I’m prepared to make amends, not only with Eloise but also with myself. Eloise moves closer to me, her steps tentative as she hesitates at the threshold. Her eyes are cast down since we arrive, and she looks drained, as though the weight of the world rests on her shoulders. But she manages to speak in a hushed tone. "Ethan, sorry I had to leave you earlier when I sensed that you needed someone to talk to." I turn to face her, and she lifts her gaze at me. For a moment, we simply look at each other, words unnecessary."Eloise," I begin, my voice steadier than earlier, "I’m the one who needs to apologize. What happened at the hotel, the anger I showed you and M
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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,
The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 98: A Ray of Hope
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 97: Eloise's Pregnancy
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The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 96: The Sick and the Unborn
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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
