All Chapters of Second Chance At Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Axel.“Axel?” Cassie’s voice cut through the air, laced with confusion as she rose from her chair, her wide eyes locked onto mine. “What are you doing here?”I narrowed my gaze at her, ignoring the curious stares of the other students lingering nearby. “Can’t I be here?” I asked, my voice even, though my patience was already wearing thin. My eyes shifted briefly to the man standing beside her. Pierson. Again. He stood with an air of ease that I didn’t like. Not one bit.Cassie tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowing. “No, I mean… I thought you left,” she said, her voice softer now.I shook my head, keeping my gaze firmly on the man.“I didn’t.” “I am rather concerned by your presence here, seeing that this building should only be accessible to only students and lecturers,” Pierson said, his lips curving into a polite, albeit smug, smile.Cassie’s eyes widened in alarm, as if she feared what I might say next. She should.“Well,” I began, my tone calm yet firm, “if I’m pa

Cassie.Violet’s apartment was small—smaller than I had imagined, even though she’d warned me beforehand. But I didn’t mind. The place felt like an extension of her, every inch reflecting the vibrant and chaotic personality I’d come to know in the short time we’d spent together.The walls were covered in an odd but strangely fitting combination of posters—bold feminist slogans, vintage werewolf pack history prints, and even a few cheesy romance movie posters. I couldn’t help but smile at the mismatched aesthetic. The scent of citrus air freshener filled the air, blending with the faint aroma of instant coffee, as though the apartment itself was used to early morning cramming sessions and late-night breakdowns.My gaze landed on the closet, which took up an absurd amount of space compared to the tiny bed pushed up against the wall. Clothes spilled out in every direction, some folded neatly, others tossed haphazardly like she’d rushed out in a hurry. Fairy lights dangled across the wal

Cassie.I sucked in a breath, holding onto it as we neared the car parked in front of Violet’s building. My heartbeat quickened at the sight of Axel coming out of this car to lean casually against his sleek vehicle, his piercing gaze fixed on me. I avoided looking at him, pretending his presence wasn’t suffocating me. Violet glanced at me with a mix of worry and confusion.“Do you want me to stay outside with you?” Violet asked softly, her voice filled with concern.I shook my head, my voice calm despite the storm brewing within me. “I’m fine.”Axel straightened as I approached, his presence looming larger than life, but I kept walking, my pace steady, my resolve unwavering. I brushed past him without so much as a glance, heading straight into the building with Violet trailing behind me.The silence was deafening until Violet broke it, her voice hushed but incredulous. “You just walked past him?”We started up the stairs to her apartment, and I shrugged, forcing a nonchalant tone.

Cassie.The moment I stepped into school with Violet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Students moved about, caught up in their own little worlds—laughing, chatting, rushing to classes. It was as if nothing had happened just days ago, as if there hadn’t been whispers and panic about some dog-like creature roaming the campus. A dog-like creature I knew to be a rogue. I frowned, glancing around. “Is it just me, or does no one seem worried about the ‘dog-like creature’ anymore?”Violet took a sip of her coffee before shrugging. “Maybe they’ve found out who it was and cleared the rumors.”“Whoever cleared it must be good at what they do,” I murmured, watching a group of students burst into laughter over something trivial.“You’re right. Rumors don’t just disappear like that. But I also think people stopped talking because there’s nothing new to say. It was a one-time thing, something that’s never happened before and probably won’t happen again. If the cause has been dealt with, then

Cassie.I slowly pushed the door open, my heart hammering against my ribs as my gaze landed on Axel. His brows were drawn together, his chest rising and falling in deep, measured breaths. He was angry—no, furious. Warren stood beside him, his face mirroring Axel’s rage, his hands balled into fists. And then there was Jake, lingering near the door like he didn’t want to come inside, his expression caught somewhere between anger and disbelief.But none of them were looking at me.Their eyes were locked on the person standing by the door, and when I followed their gaze, I froze.Violet. She was really there.She stood there, dressed entirely in black—leather pants and a matching jacket, a hat pulled low over her face, casting shadows over her features. A part of me wanted to rush to her and demand to know what was going on, but another part—the part gripped by fear—kept me rooted in place.“Violet?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears.She didn’t move, didn