All Chapters of Second Chance Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ariah’s POV The door of the vast, luxurious bedroom Lowell had placed me in swung open and Ethan walked in alongside him. “There you go, your bedroom,” Lowell said and quickly closed the door behind him. “At least this should keep out those peasants from trying to get close to you. Next time wear a fucking mask, Ethan.”Ethan grinned as he surveyed the room, “I don’t have a mask, Lowell, you know that.” “Then I’d fucking get one for you!” Lowell exclaimed and walked over to the little bar in the corner of the room. “Want some Vodka? You must be exhausted from your trip.”Ethan nodded as his eyes fell on me and his smile broadened, I returned his smile. My whole body had been aching to see him again, throughout the night, all I thought about was Ethan and he was finally here. Lowell handed a glass of Vodka to him and me, he handed me a glass of orange juice and I stared at him questioningly. “Orange juice?” I asked and he nodded. “Yes, you do not need to be drinking Vodka at yo

Ariah’s POVWhen I woke up again, he was gone, there was no sign of Ethan and I had been locked in as he said I would be.Honestly, I don’t know why I switched on him like that, it was like the root of sadness had just been planted in my heart and all I wanted to hear were the good things I wanted. But then those good things were things I couldn’t get and Ethan wasn’t one that’d lie to me. I really didn’t want to go back to the pack, not yet, Layla was still there. Oh how I wished she could just disappear, how I wished everyone else who always gave me an awkward stare in the pack could just disappear. If it was just Ethan and I left, I wouldn’t mind, in fact, that was my definition of a perfect world. Two long, tiring and boring hours dragged by and I was thankful when I heard the sound of the key being slotted into the keyhole and the door handle turning, finally he was back. Although I really wanted to run into his arms at that moment, I kept my cool and just watched him walk in

Ariah’s POVThe next few days after our return to the pack went pretty smoothly, Ethan spent a lot of time with me but I felt like the more time we spent together, the more danger I was in.I became very cautious of Layla, from Lowell I had a little background information about her, and from the way she treated everyone who wasn’t Ethan or Lowell here, I also got to know more about her cruel attitude. I became a little scared of her when Ethan wasn’t around, the whole pack was in danger, and Layla was like a tyrant, she was brutal and merciless in the way she exercised her power. I couldn’t avoid her for long though, she was on to me and what I didn’t realize was how close she was. The night after we had returned from that business trip, I was in the garden, alone. Ethan was supposed to meet me when he was done with what he was doing, but then I had another unwanted visitor. I saw a figure approaching and my eyes started to gleam with excitement but instead of seeing Ethan, my eyes f

Ethan’s POVIt was going to be a long night, that was for sure.One thing I didn’t have the intention of doing was showing Layla the quiet place, I still had plans to take Ariah there one of these days so I couldn’t let Layla know that it even existed. Layla was the type that loved to talk, before we were even thirty minutes into our walk, she had already started bombarding me with various questions. “So, Ethan, how come you never talk about your parents?” That was the first question. I frowned into the night as I stared ahead, “My parents? There’s no point talking about them when they’re already dead. I prefer to let the dead and all the stories about them be buried along with their bodies.” I replied flatly. “My dad told me otherwise, just for the sake of passing these stories down, but I’ve never really had anyone to tell about my late mother, you see.” She said calmly. “It seems like your father taught you everything you know today, huh?’ I asked and she laughed softly.“Not

I got fed up listening to Ariah’s words as I stood at the foot of the stairs.She was so scared and timid and I hated to see her that way. I walked over to her, the thick carpets that clothed the floors absorbing the sound of my footsteps. I gripped her wrist and spun her around, staring down at her with a frown. “You talk a lot, Ariah,” I said. “Lowell and I will sort it all out, you have nothing to be worried about.That didn’t convince her because the worried look never left her eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said neither you nor Lowell have answers to the questions they will throw at you.” She said in a low, sad voice. “I don’t want to be a burden and I don’t want to be a source that fuels your rebellion against anyone in your pack.”I stared down at her beautiful innocent face and I could tell that she was slowly losing faith in me. “Come with me,” I said to her, then left an order with Lowell. “Keep everyone off my study.”He nodded and took another sip of his wine, “You got it.”