All Chapters of The Alpha's Second Chance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, my eyes tracing the popping thread of lights of the city. The bustling metropolis is a world of its own, a realm where danger lurks as easily as opportunity. My mind, however, isn’t on the breathtaking panorama. My thoughts are consumed by a primal need, a fierce desire to safeguard what I hold most dear - my family. I can’t afford to leave their safety to chance. Especially now, that my own dad, backed by several of my packmates, commits to harm them.Summoning my Omegas with a press of a button, I issue the command that would give me a bit of an ease whenever I’m away from Eloise and Maddox. A team of experts is dispatched, entrusted with the task of turning our haven into a fortress. State-of-the-art closed-circuit television cameras soon stand as silent sentinels, their unwavering gaze covering every inch of the abode. As the technicians work meticulously, I retreat to my office room. I watch the live feed on my phone’s screen, observin

Amidst the confines of my office, the moonlight filters through the curtains, spreading eerie shadows upon the polished mahogany and gilded decor. The scent of wealth and power that hanged in the air like a thick fog, is now overtaken by a far more primal aroma, the lycanthropy. In the center of this opulent battleground, Squall and Shadow, both furiously desperate not to lose, face off with eyes gleaming like twin shards of molten gold. Their fearsome claws twitch with a predatory hunger. "Alpha Trayton, I know you can hear me," Squall snarls, his lips curling into a menacing grin that reveals his elongated fangs. "It's time you acknowledge that your son isn’t your puppet just like how you treat our packmates." Shadow, his grizzled mane of dark-gray fur cascading down his shoulders, meets Squall’s challenge with a growl of his own. "You've grown reckless, boy," he hisses, his voice laced with authority born of centuries. "You think your human counterpart will make an effective l

Braxton and I lay entwined in each other's arms, lost in the embrace of dreams, our sleep a refuge from the cares of the world. The night is still, save for the distant hum of the city far below. A sense of serenity envelops us, cocooning us in a blissful tranquility. I, with my hair cascading over the satin pillow, nestle closer to Braxton, my lips just inches from his ear. His steady breathing is a lullaby, soothing my restless heart. However, all of a sudden, a sinister change creeps into the night. A series of nonstop low, mournful howls echo through the penthouse, a haunting lament that sends shivers racing down my spine. My eyes flutter open, my sleep-fogged mind struggling to comprehend the eerie sound that seems to emanate from within my very dreams. Braxton twitches beside me, his senses awakening to the disconcerting noise. His arms tighten around me, instinctively shielding me from whatever unknown danger lurking in the shadows. We exchange a bewildered glance, I can fee

The day has draped itself in a dark-blue shroud, and the rain weeps from the heavens, imitating the tears on my cheeks as I stand on the rain-slicked sidewalk near the building's backdoor. My heart, heavy as the sodden clouds above, aches with a pain that sears my very soul. I clutch a small teddy bear, the one my Maddox has held onto so tightly every night before drifting off to sleep. It’s a piece of him I can’t bear to leave behind. On my other hand I clutch a small bag with a few of his clothes, his milk bottles, his medicines and all other things he needs every single day. My trembling fingers brush away a strand of hair from my tear-streaked face as I peer through the deluge at the sleek, black car that idles nearby. Its polished surface glistens in the glow of the streetlamp, very different to my disheveled appearance. I take a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest, threatening to suffocate me. The car door opens, and Braxton steps out into the rain, a black umbrella he

The grand mansion's foyer’s marble floors gleam under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. It’s a place where wealth and refinement converges, where old-world elegance meets the present. I stand tall and composed near the imposing double doors that leads to the grand ballroom. My demeanor is as cold and precise as the chiseled features of my face. My eyes teeter between a gaze and a glare. Across the room, Helena barges through the foyer's entrance, disrupting the tranquility of the mansion’s interior. Her arrival is anything but discreet. She’s adorned in a flamboyant red dress that clashes with the dullness of her coat. Her hair flows like a turbulent river down her shoulders, mirroring the tempestuous nature that lays within. The moment our eyes meet, the atmosphere shifts. My face remains a mask of indifference. She, on the other hand, surveys me with unabashed curiosity. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she takes a step toward me, her heels clicking against the mar