All Chapters of My Second Chance With The Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Marcus POV   Once I left her nipple, I slowly ran my tongue down her torso all the way till her navel. Encircling it, I left kisses along the side of her waist. Her abdomen retracted upon contact, prompting an amused smile on my face. I loved the effect I was having on her, knowing full well that no other man could ever come close to sharing this intimacy with her. Oftentimes, I found myself feeling blessed to have caught her attention, and for her to let me pleasure her like this. I loved doing things for her, and to her, and I loved that she would let me, and only me.    I felt her stiffen under my touch as my kisses wandered lower. When I reached the hem of her underwear, I felt her shudder, pulling my head back by my hair. Staring up at her, I found her watching me with widened eyes.   

Marcus’ POV   “I’m glad you have decided to pay us a visit, Alpha Marcus.” Edna Smith, the Luna, spoke as tea was being served.    I returned her polite smile with a nod. “I intend to discuss something with your husband, but your presence is appreciated too.” I said, “After all, the matter is pertaining to the pack.”    Her smile quivered at my statement, but she was quick to hide it. My cryptic statement must have puzzled her, although she wouldn’t be in the dark for long.    After work, I showed up at the Smith’s house unannounced, foolishly assuming Alpha Darren would be home. Only his wife was at home, who was quite surprised to find me at their doorstep. After leading me into their backyard, she gave me company while

Kiara’s POV  I was just winding up my work at the restaurant when the clock struck 9. My shift officially ended. As it was a friday evening, the restaurant was filled with a throng of people. My shift had been hectic, barely giving me any time to breathe in between. When I walked out of the restaurant in my normal clothes, exhaustion hit me at once. I yearned for nothing more than the comfort of my bed and a good night’s sleep that followed. However, I was not going to get home for another thirty minutes. Sighing, I opened my phone to check for any notifications. My last text was from Marcus, telling me that he was running late but he would be here in another fifteen minutes. Ever since the attack, Marcus had insisted on accompanying me back home whenever my shifts ran late. I usually work the evening shift so that I could be back at home before

Marcus’ POV “We found him.” I heard Ethan speak. Holding my phone between my tilted head and shoulder, as I twisted the key. Ethan’s words took me by surprise, prompting me to clutch my phone against my ear, ensuring I heard him right. Locking the door behind me, I walked into my living room. “What?” “Yes.” He confirmed, “And we were right, Marcus. He is not a werewolf.” Upon further investigation in Parough, we unearthed multiple missing cases and suspicious deaths. What was even more peculiar was their injuries, they were not typical werewolf bite marks. It ruled out the possibility of an internal conflict, so we only had to assume that it was the Lycan&rsq

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the noise in my room drifted away with the evening rays. Clutter lay scattered on the floor, bed and desks. For the first time since moving into my dorm, we completely transformed our room into a typical high school girls. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I smoothed down the fabric clung to my torso. Anna advised me to not overindulge in my lunch to better fit into the dress, and I was finally realizing what she meant. The black gown that Anna let me borrow seemed as though it was tailor-made for me. It hugged my curves and held onto my skin in all the right places. The boat neck revealed my clavicles, but had managed to conceal the bruises above my chest. From the neck line all the way to the hem of the long sleeves, shimmering silver dotted the cloth. The skirt of the gown reached my toe tips, however, a slit on the left revealed my skin more than I appreciated.&nbs