All Chapters of The Alpha's Second Chance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

BRAXTON’S POV: Helena’s phone buzzes insistently on the tablecloth, startling her. She fumbles for her phone, her graceful demeanor faltering as she stares at the incoming call. Her face is drained of color. "Helena, aren't you going to answer that?" I ask. Her bottom lip trembles as she forces her response. "It's nothing important, just business." I pick up my wine glass and through its rim, my gaze continues to observe her. After pretending to take a sip on my wine, I lick my lips then casually says, “Go ahead.”Without ado this time, she rises abruptly, excusing herself in a shaky voice. "I'm terribly sorry, Braxton. I’ll be quick.”I watch her go, perplexed and suspicious. Whatever call has just come in has shaken her to the core. She steps away from our table, her posture tense as she engages in a hushed conversation, her expression a mask of fear.‘Did you see that, Squall? The fear in her eyes when she took that call. It's not like Helena to show such fear.’-”I saw it. She

The room is filled with an air of emotions and relief. My heart is still racing from the events that unfolded just hours ago. I still can’t believe they are safe now. I can’t tear my eyes away from these two people who meant the world to me. Eloise sits back on the plush sofa, clutching Maddox tightly to her chest. Tears glisten in her eyes, and her breaths come in shaky, uneven bursts. I know that she’s been through hell, an even more dangerous kind of hell, these past few days and it has only been by some miracle that they’ve escaped the clutches of our ruthless enemies. I remove my mask and my cap, toss them to the center table as I move towards them. My steps are slow and cautious, as if fearing that any sudden movement may shatter the fragile peace that has settled over us. Maddox glides from Eloise’s lap and I reach out a trembling hand to touch his tiny cheek, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of his face. He looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes, blissfully but probabl

HELENA’S POV: I pace relentlessly across the ornate carpet of my bedroom. My eyes blaze with a cruel, cold fire as I clutch my phone to my ear, my long, raven-black hair cascading in a wave of locks down my back. "Victor!" I hiss through clenched teeth, my voice laced with anger, "You imbecile. You and your lackeys were supposed to have them under control by now. Do you know what's at stake here?" Victor, on the other end of the line, stammers in response, his voice quaking with fear. -["I-I'm sorry, Miss Helena. They’ve completely slipped through our grasp. It was as if they vanished into thin air."]-My fingers tighten around my phone, my crimson nails biting into my palm. I fight to keep my temper in check, knowing that it’s fear, not anger, that will drive me point home. "You imbecile! I don't pay you for excuses. I pay you for results. Those enemies are a threat to everything I've worked for. Well, start imagining what I can do to you and your families if you don’t find them!

The room feels stifling, and my heart races, pounding against my chest like a frantic caged bird. Panic courses through my veins, leaving me trembling, and every rustle of the air-conditioner makes me jump. Ethan, as well as the ‘nobody’ and her child, is supposed to be my ticket to an easy life, my path to be with Braxton’s side for the rest of our lives. But because everything has gone horribly wrong, now he’s here, his presence lurking at the edge of my eyes, a ghostly specter haunting the dark corners of my mind. The fear is a relentless beast, gnawing at my insides, and the weight of my actions presses down on me like an insurmountable burden. What will he do? What will he say? Will he tell Alpha Trayton, Braxton, his pack and the authorities about what I did? The mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine. I imagine the judgmental eyes of the police, their handcuffs closing around my wrists, the clang of a jail cell door. But it doesn’t stop there. The ramifications of m

The forest lays shrouded in an eerie silence, as if nature itself has hushed to bear witness to the confrontation that’s about to transpire. A thick canopy of ancient trees block out the moonlight, and the only illumination comes from the cold, distant stars. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. I stand in the center of the small clearing. By my side stand my Gammas, loyal to the core, unflinching in their devotion to me. Jackson, my right-hand man, a towering figure with a rugged face etched with years of unswerving loyalty. Sarah, my brilliant cousin, holds herself with an air of quiet authority, her mind always a step ahead in this high-stakes game. Next to her is Ethan, a man whom I trust won't betray Eloise’s trust. Across from us are Helena’s three rogues, weary and shocked. I say in a voice that’s like a whip in the stillness. “You do what I will demand, I’ll pay you more than what Helena is and will be paying you, and I will make sure no harm will come y