All Chapters of MY SECOND CHANCE MATE IS A HYBRID : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

One evening, as dusk fell and the sky turned a deep shade of indigo, Elena decided to take a walk along the edge of their territory. The cool air felt refreshing against her skin, and she welcomed the quiet solitude away from the tensions brewing in the pack. She found peace among the trees, a familiar setting that always soothed her restless mind.But as she walked deeper into the woods, she felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, an instinct that warned her she was not alone. She paused, her heart racing as she scanned the darkening surroundings. Shadows danced among the trees, and the distant hoot of an owl echoed through the stillness.“Hello?” Elena called out, her voice steady despite the unease creeping into her chest. She took a cautious step forward, her senses heightened. “Is anyone there?”A figure stepped out from behind a tree, emerging into the fading light. He was tall, with tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes that glinted with an otherworldly intensit

The morning air was crisp as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dense trees surrounding the pack house. Elena woke up to the sound of birds chirping softly outside the window, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. The previous night's events weighed heavily on her mind, but today felt different. A fragile peace lingered, and she intended to enjoy it while it lasted.Damien was already up, standing near the window, his muscular frame outlined against the golden light. He seemed lost in thought, his mind likely racing through the countless ways he could protect his family, his pack, and Elena.Elena slipped out of bed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He tensed at first, his body still on high alert, but he relaxed as soon as he felt her touch.“You’re up early,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his back.He sighed, placing his hands over hers. “Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “Too much to think about.”She stayed silent,

Elena paced back and forth in the living room of the pack house, her mind a whirl of confusion and worry. Despite Damien's reassuring words, the heavy weight of her newfound identity refused to lift. The mystery of her lineage gnawed at her, and no matter how much she tried to focus on the present, her thoughts kept drifting back to the same question: Who am I really?Damien had left the pack house earlier that morning to attend a meeting with the councils handling important pack matters. She had kissed him goodbye, promising she'd rest and relax. But as soon as he was gone, the need for answers overwhelmed her. She had grown up with nothing—an orphan, treated like a slave by her old pack. She knew nothing about her real family or why she had this strange power coursing through her veins. It felt like a missing piece of her had just been revealed, and she couldn’t ignore it.She knew Damien had wanted to protect her, to shield her from the dangers that knowledge might bring. But how c

As Mrs. Lauren sat in her quiet study, her thoughts heavy, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of betrayal pressing down on her shoulders. The pack had always been her first loyalty. It was the life she had been born into, the family that had stood by her through every trial. She had raised Damien to understand the importance of loyalty, to honor the bond between Alpha and pack. But now, as the future of her family teetered on the edge of danger, she found herself making a choice that shattered the very loyalty she had once sworn to uphold.Her eyes drifted back to the blueprints, the small set of keys gleaming faintly in her palm. The house in the distant woods symbolized more than just safety; it was a symbol of her own defiance, of turning her back on the pack’s trust. But what choice did she have? This wasn’t just about her or even the pack’s traditions, this was about protecting her son, his mate, and her unborn grandchild. The child of a hybrid and a descendant of the moon god

The air was filled with the lingering scent of flowers and laughter, and the soft hum of conversations still hung in the pack house. Wolves were leaving in small groups, talking quietly amongst themselves, basking in the afterglow of the evening’s celebration for Elena and her unborn child. It had been a beautiful tradition, one that every Luna of the pack had experienced, and tonight, it was Elena’s turn.However, one noticeable absence had stirred the quiet conversations. Amelia, Damien’s closest friend and the Beta of the pack, had not attended. The wolves, usually respectful, whispered among themselves, sensing the tension that had been slowly building for weeks."Did you see Amelia?" a young wolf asked his companion as they headed toward the door."No. She wasn’t there," another replied, his voice low. "Strange, right? She’s always at these things. Especially something this important.""Jealous, I bet," an older wolf remarked, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "She hasn’t been the