All Chapters of The Alpha's Second Chance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TRAYTON’S POV: The night is heavy around me, a man whose very name struck terror into the hearts of those who dare to cross his path. In the dimly lit study of my sprawling estate, I stand before a towering mahogany desk, clutching the ornate, black telephone with an iron grip. The room is cloaked in shadows, save for the soft glow of antique lamps that cast elongated silhouettes upon the walls, reminiscent of monstrous specters. Through my reflection in my empty champagne glass, my craggy face, etched with the marks of a lifetime spent in treacherous dealings, contorts into a mask of concern. My steely gold eyes, usually as cold as glacial ice, now glisten with a hint of doubts. Braxton’s voice through that phone call was breaking my carefully cultivated façade of evil and thrusting me into the abyss of worry. I issued no threats, made no demands for him to stop accusing me. I had merely listened, my heart, though I’d never admit it, aching with dread. Braxton is falling apart and i

The sun is setting over the sprawling estate of Trayton’s mansion, casting long shadows that seem to reach out and claw at the approaching darkness. The air is thick with tension as I sit at the backseat of my car, staring ahead at the imposing iron gates that guard the entrance to my family's ancestral home. My heart pounds in my chest, dread and resentment coursing through my veins. Tonight is the night of the official engagement dinner, a lavish affair orchestrated by Trayton, a man who I can only describe as an evil incarnate. A union with Helena Flores is designed solely to consolidate power and wealth. I despise the idea, but I have little choice in the matter… for the time being. I won’t allow Trayton’s influence that reaches far and wide, to lead to my ruin. My car glides smoothly through the gates. The mansion looms ever closer, a fortress of privilege and power, as I steel myself for the storm that awaits. The reporters’ relentless pursuit of scandalous headlines has reach

ELOISE’S POV: In the last twenty-four hours, the room remains an abyss of darkness, the air heavy with a palpable sense of foreboding. But in the midst of this inky void, I’ve never, not even for a split second, let go of my Maddox whom I clutch so tightly to my chest. I can sense his heart pounding in unison with mine like a desperate, synchronized drumbeat. He’s a fragile wisp of innocence, trembling in the safety of my embrace. He clings to my shirt, fingers grasping at the fabric as if it’s a preservation of sanity. This makes me imagine how he looks right now: pale with wide, fearful eyes reflecting the unknown terrors that lurk beyond the shadows. With determination overlaying a trembling core of terror, I whisper soothing words into his ear. My voice, though shaken, is reassurance in the abyss. "Shh, my love," I murmur, my lips brushing against his earlobe. "We'll be okay. I promise."I press my cheek against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own, taking solace

The moon hangs low in the ink-black sky, casting a silvery glow upon the dense canopy of leaves that stretch above us. It’s the kind of night when the forest comes alive with a variety of mysterious sounds—the rustle of leaves, the hoot of an owl, the distant howl of a coyote. Under this celestial canopy, we move silently, our every step cautious and deliberate. I prowl with a determined grace, my eyes darting from tree to tree, scanning for any signs of danger. My hand is still clutched tightly to my Maddox’s tiny fingers while he clings to my hand back with an unspoken trust. Beside us, limped Ethan, whose rugged face bears fresh scars. His clothes are tattered and ripped, his breathing labored, but his eyes remain sharp and vigilant. He no longer has the lantern in his hand, but what he has is a determined look that suggests he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure our safety. I lead the way, my footsteps barely making a sound as I navigate the forest floor. Every twig that snaps und

HELENA’S POV: The wedding gown boutique stands at the heart of the city's fashion district, its pristine white exterior adorned with lavish displays of bridal elegance. Inside, the air is suffused with the scent of delicate fabrics, and the shimmering gowns seem to whisper promises of fairy tale weddings to come. But amid the satin and lace, there’s this phone call that suddenly commands my attention for all the wrong reasons. My fingers move with grace as I retrieve my cell phone from my handbag. With a glance that can cut glass, I silence the discordant jingle and answer, my tone irate. "What is it?" I hiss into the phone, capturing the gazes of the boutique’s employees. With one arch eyebrow and a glare, the employees veer their gazes away from me and move on with their businesses. On the other end of the line, one of the rogues I’m paying for a ‘special’ mission, Victor, hesitates for a few seconds before finally delivering the news to me. -["The woman you wanted us to take c