All Chapters of MY SECOND CHANCE MATE IS A HYBRID : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

In the days following the council’s decision, Elder Lysander set out to gather the necessary intelligence. As a diplomat and spy within the werewolf community, he had developed a network of contacts. His goal was to understand where the other Alphas stood, particularly Carl and Ralph, and how much they knew about Damien’s blood lust and Elena’s true identity.He began his investigation discreetly, sending messages through trusted channels and ensuring that no one would trace the council’s interest back to them. Meanwhile, Marcus drafted the message that would be sent to Damien, outlining their intentions and offering their aid. They needed to be careful, too aggressive a move would push Damien away, but a display of weakness could embolden his enemies.Back at the pack house, Damien’s anxiety continued to build. The whispers among the pack had grown louder, and despite Elena’s best efforts to maintain a sense of calm, the tension was palpable. It seemed that no matter how much reassu

Damien stood by the window in his office, staring out at the dense forest that bordered his pack’s territory. The tall trees, their leaves shifting in the wind, seemed to whisper secrets, the kind that only nature could carry. But despite the peaceful view, his mind was anything but calm. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, each decision carrying more gravity than the last.The Council of Alphas had called for a meeting, an urgent one, and attendance was expected. It was tradition for the pack Alphas to gather in times of crisis, to share information, strategies, and maintain order across the clans. But this time was different. Damien didn’t want to leave.His mate, Elena, was in the final stages of her pregnancy. She was his world, his heart, and with everything that had been happening rumors about her lineage, whispers of betrayal, the looming threat of Alpha Carl, he felt an overwhelming need to protect her, to never leave her side. The danger felt closer

The chaos outside the pack house reached a deafening roar as the battle grew fiercer. The once serene haven was now a war zone, filled with the snarls and growls of wolves clashing in brutal combat. Elena could feel the tension thickening as the attackers surrounded the pack house. She was hidden away in one of the smaller rooms, but every thud, every cry, felt like it was inches away from her.Mrs. Lauren and the pack's most loyal warriors had formed a protective circle around the house, determined to keep Elena safe no matter the cost. But the enemy was relentless. Carl and his men pushed harder, more savage, with one goal in mind: take Elena and destroy Damien’s legacy.Outside, the sound of growling and clashing steel filled the air. The guards, along with Mrs. Lauren, fought with everything they had, fending off the attackers. Blood stained the earth, and the tension mounted with each passing second. Carl’s forces were fierce, more brutal than expected, and it was clear they had

The guards around them exchanged pained glances, mourning the loss of their beloved Luna's protector. Elena could feel their sorrow, their grief echoing her own, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the loss of the woman who had become like a mother to her.A deep, primal scream escaped her lips as the reality of Mrs. Lauren’s death settled in. She had lost a guardian, a mentor, and a friend all in one cruel moment. The weight of her grief was suffocating, a heavy fog that enveloped her entirely.As Elena knelt beside Mrs. Lauren, the rest of the world faded away. She felt a mix of anger, sorrow, and a burning desire for revenge against Carl and Ralph for what they had taken from her. She had to channel this pain into something stronger; she had to protect her child, as Mrs. Lauren had protected her.Outside the pack house, the battle raged on, but for Elena, the only fight that mattered was the one in her heart. She vowed that she would not let Mrs. Lauren’s sacrifice be in

The night after the burial was eerily quiet, as if the world itself was mourning the loss of Mrs. Lauren. Damien sat alone in the pack’s great hall, the dim light from the hearth casting shadows across his face. His eyes were bloodshot from the exhaustion, but he couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t stop racing with memories of his mother, her laughter, her fierce loyalty, the way she always stood by him no matter the storm. And now she was gone, sacrificed for the very family she had built her life around.The weight of it was suffocating. He could still see the way she had looked at him, even in her final moments determined, protective, loving. She had died protecting what mattered most to her: her family, Elena, the future. And now Damien felt like he had failed her. He hadn’t been there when she needed him most. He had promised to protect her, and now she was gone.The walls felt as though they were closing in on him. The burden of his grief was heavier than any battle he had fought,