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CHAPTER 85: A Mate's Fear
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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
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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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Last Updated : 2023-10-28The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 90: I Am Still Trayton Guttierrez!
As the first dim rays of morning light seep through the small, barred window, casting a faint glow upon the bare walls, I lie awake, my eyes fixed on the coarse, scratchy blanket that offers little-to- no warmth. Sleep has become an elusive dream, a luxury I can no longer afford. My mind is a vortex of regrets, memories, and self-recriminations, each thought a dagger that pierces my soul. Thoughts of the elegant ballrooms, the clinking of crystal glasses and the laughter of the elites, where I’ve once been a revered guest, the master of ceremonies in my own grand theater of influence flash through my head. Now, my existence is reduced to a number, a prisoner stripped of my title, my fortune, and my pride. The inmates from the other cells snore and groan in their own restless slumber, creating a dissonant sound of despair. Some are murderers, some thieves, and others simply lost souls who have strayed down dark paths. I’m different, or at least I like to think so. I’m not a criminal
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The prison bath is a place of grim solitude, a cavernous chamber with chipped tiles and rusty shower heads, steam and echoes that carry the hushed sighs and secrets of the incarcerated. The hiss of water fills the air as hot streams cascade from the nozzles, caressing the concrete floor with a serpentine grace. I stand in the far corner, beneath the flickering fluorescent lights. My bare feet slap against the cold floor as I shuffle forward, stepping gingerly into the cascade of steaming water. As the water streams over my battered body, I take a grim pleasure in scrubbing away the remnants of my defiance. The bar of soap in my hand is rough and gritty. I lather up and begin to work the soap into my bruised and scratched skin, scrubbing with a fervor that borders on self-punishment. Each stroke of the soap is an act of cleansing, a desperate bid to rid myself of the sins that have brought me to this place. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the cool tiles, letting the scald
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ELOISE’S POV: As I walk through the dimly lit corridors of the prison, my heart is heavy with a burden I never thought I'd bear. Visiting the man who had once been the source of so much pain in my life, a man who had twice attempted to take the life of my child and me, leaves scars that’ll never truly heal. But today, I come not as an adversary seeking vengeance, but as a woman offering something far greater - forgiveness. Tears well up in my eyes as I think about the countless nights I’ve spent fearing for my Maddox’s life, the pain and suffering that have haunted me for so long. But forgiveness isn’t about forgetting; it’s about releasing the grip of anger and hatred that have bound me for far too long. When I was talking to Trayton, I saw a glimmer of something in his eyes, a spark of recognition, perhaps even remorse. It’s a small, fragile hope, but it’s hope nonetheless. I know that forgiving a man who has once been my tormentor is a difficult path, but I’m determined to take
Last Updated : 2023-11-04The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 93: New Journeys
BRAXTON’S POV: As I lay in the uncomfortable bed with tubes and wires snaking around me, tethering me to the machines that monitor my vital signs, Maddox’s little hand reaches out to gently touch mine. "Papa," he whispers. "When… you be better?" I muster a weak smile, my voice feeble but filled with love. "I'll be better soon, buddy. Don't you worry."As if on cue, the door to the room swings open, and the tall, imposing figure of Lucas strides in. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he looks out of place in the sterile environment of the hospital. In his gloved hand, he carries a discreet, unmarked paper bag. He approaches the bed and exchanges a nod with me before reaching into the bag and withdrawing a velvet-lined box. He places it on the bedside table and slides it toward me.My gaze lights up as I recognize the brand. It’s a famous jewelry brand known for its exquisite, timeless pieces. I’ve asked Lucas to purchase a special gift for a special someone, a tradition I won’t fail
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