All Chapters of The Alpha's Second Chance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Once Braxton and I marry, I’ll let go of that child. You take that child to his mother, run away with them as far as you can, then just act like you’re Braxton’s replacement. Basically, we’ll proceed with our previous plan. Only this time, instead of a fake car accident, it’s kidnapping.” Helena’s voice keeps rippling in my head even moments after she gets out of the warehouse. I shake my head, trying to brush off any remnants of her voice. While doing so, I accidentally lock eyes with Maddox, who’s staring back at me with his tear-soaked gold eyes. With only a single flickering light bulb casting feeble illumination over us, I sit across from him, holding a chipped bowl filled with lukewarm porridge, acting as if I am something entirely dependable—an unlikely guardian. Maddox, trembling, continues to stare at me with eyes that reflect the fear of a trapped pup. His small hands quiver as they reach for the bowl. My gaze remains impassive, my movements are deliberate and controlle

The night is cloaked in shadows, the moon hidden behind thick clouds that seems to foretell the impending chaos. Away from the city, an abandoned warehouse stands with broken windows and decaying walls a proof to forgotten industry. But tonight, it will bear witness to something far more primal and fierce. My companions’ eyes glow with a savage hunger, their nostrils flaring as they catch the scent of the opponents that lurk within the dilapidated structure. Squall’s lips curl back in a silent snarl, revealing teeth sharp as daggers. Our muscles are coiled with raw power, and our senses are heightened to a supernatural level. We can hear the faint heartbeat of our target, smell the danger that drips from the kidnappers, taste the electricity in the air that signals a coming storm. With a silent nod, Squall leads our companions forward, their paws barely making a sound as they move with eerie grace. Moonlight filters through the shattered windows, casting dappled shadows on the rust

In the dimly lit confines of a bedroom in an estate of, I assume, Helena, the air is thick with tension and uncertainty. While Maddox lays motionless upon the canopy bed and his fragile form is shrouded in white linen, I quickly send a text message to my father, anticipating an impending danger for my life. -[Father, I’m in Helena’s farmhouse, north of Manila. She has Alpha Braxton’s son, Maddox.]- This text message may not be able to save me, but it’s enough to drag Helena’s name if in the event I won’t be able to return alive.A crystal chandelier overhead casts a soft, muted glow upon the room, illuminating the doctor's gloved hands as he meticulously examines Maddox. The doctor’s fingers move with an expert precision, checking his pulse, listening to his labored breaths, and studying the readings on the various medical instruments scattered around. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, as I, unusually anxious and distraught, watch in silence. All I can do is to pin my last hopes

BRAXTON’S POV: The dense forest swallows me with several of my Gammas and Betas in shadows, while the rest return back to our cars to guard our fatally wounded enemies and make sure none of them escapes. The tangled canopy overhead casts a dim, eerie light on the winding path ahead. The scent of earth and damp leaves fill the air, while the distant echoes of unseen creatures lend an otherworldly quality to the stillness of the wilderness. I press a hand to my side, feeling the searing pain from the enemies’ claws that have barely missed my heart. The extra shirt I’m wearing is patched with my blood and sweat. "Keep moving," I urge, my voice a low, gruff rasp. My eyes, alert and vigilant, scan the surroundings as I lead the group deeper into the forest. The others flank me, their eyes sharp and their stance at the ready. My heart pounds like a war drum in my chest, not just from the pain in my wounds, but from the fear that gnaws at my soul. Maddox and Ethan are still nowhere, we’ve

The penthouse is cloaked in an eerie silence. The muted glow of the city's lights filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that dance across the furnishings. As I limp into the penthouse, my shirt crumpled and stained with my own blood, my thoughts are consumed by Eloise and Maddox’s photo. The memory of their terrified faces haunt me with each painful step I take. I stagger into the living room, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. The scent of fresh flowers lingers in the air, a reminder of Eloise’s meticulous attention to detail. She has always been the one to infuse our home with warmth and life, but now that warmth has been replaced by a chilling emptiness. My trembling fingers brush against the smooth surface of the grand piano, the very first thing that Maddox touched when he first entered this place. The ivory keys seem to mock me with their pristine beauty, a contrast to the chaos that’s unraveling my life. I can’t bring myself to sit and pl