All Chapters of MY SECOND CHANCE MATE IS A HYBRID : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The days after Carl’s banishment passed in a haze of normalcy, but underneath the surface, tension simmered within the pack. Damien worked tirelessly to maintain order, though his mind was constantly drawn back to Elena, who was recovering well but still bore the scars of recent events. Her pregnancy was their closely guarded secret, one they both cherished, yet it weighed heavily on his mind as he navigated the responsibilities of leadership.Elena, in the meantime, had settled into a quieter routine, spending her days in the pack house and meeting with a few trusted pack members. Though her body was healing, she could sense the uncertainty in the air. Carl’s threat might have been temporarily quelled, but the look in his eyes before he was exiled still haunted her.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Damien returned to the pack house after a long day of dealing with the fallout from Carl’s banishment. He found Elena in their room, sitting by the window, her hand restin

Amelia lingered in the shadows of the pack house hallway, her eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfolding in the living room. The warm glow of the evening sun illuminated the small family gathering, casting a soft, golden light over Damien, Elena, and Mrs. Lauren as they sat together, lost in each other’s company.They looked so… happy.Amelia’s gaze locked on Damien, and a bitter pang twisted in her chest. The way he sat with Elena, his hand resting protectively over hers, his smile so tender, so full of love it made her stomach churn. She had known him for so long, had fought beside him, been by his side through everything. And yet, here he was, pouring all of his affection and attention into her, Elena. The one woman Amelia had hoped would be nothing more than a temporary distraction, someone Damien would lose interest in once the initial attraction wore off.But it hadn’t happened. If anything, their bond seemed to be growing stronger every day.As Amelia watched, Mrs. Lauren

As night settled over the pack lands, Mrs. Lauren paced her chambers, unable to shake the dread settling deep in her bones. The letter from the seers lay on her desk, its words haunting her. Elena was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. This alone was enough to cause an uproar if anyone found out. And her son Damien was already battling his vampire nature, his blood lust awakened by the very presence of his mate.But it wasn’t just them anymore.A child. Their child. A direct product of Damien's hybrid nature and Elena’s divine bloodline. The idea of it sent shivers down Mrs. Lauren's spine. What kind of power would that child possess? How would it affect their world? The wolf clans already viewed hybrids with suspicion, and now, with a descendant of the Moon Goddess involved, it was uncharted territory.She stopped pacing and gazed out of the window, the moon hanging low in the sky. The soft glow of the moon always brought a sense of peace to their kind, but tonight, it felt heavy, opp

The next few days were peaceful on the surface, but beneath the quiet, Damien’s internal struggle deepened. He kept up appearances, spending time with Elena, ensuring her pregnancy went smoothly, but his mind was clouded with worry. The information about her lineage weighed heavily on him, and every day that passed without telling her the truth only increased the tension within him.Elena, for her part, began to notice the change in Damien. He was still attentive, still loving, but there was a distance in his eyes, a heaviness in his movements. She had asked him several times if something was wrong, but each time he assured her everything was fine.One evening, as they sat in their living room, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, Elena leaned into Damien’s side, resting her head on his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart, a sound that had always brought her comfort. But tonight, it felt different. There was a tension in the air that she couldn’t ignore anymore.“Da

Amelia paced her room, her mind buzzing with the information she had overheard. The more she thought about Elena’s true identity, the more her resentment grew. Elena wasn’t just a threat to her relationship with Damien anymore, she was something far more dangerous. And that gave Amelia the leverage she needed to take her down.She sat at her desk, tapping her fingers restlessly against the wood, her thoughts racing. The pack would be terrified if they knew Elena’s true identity. They’d see her as a danger to their way of life, a disruption to the natural order. Amelia smirked to herself, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. All I need is proof.Amelia reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed a number she hadn’t called in years. She knew it was risky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. After a few rings, the voice on the other end picked up.“Amelia,” the deep voice said, amusement lacing his tone. “I was wondering when you’d crawl ba