All Chapters of Second Chance At Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cassie.My thumb hovered over the dial button on my phone, my heart pounding harder with every second I hesitated. The unknown number stared back at me, daring me to press the button. Anxiety prickled beneath my skin.I was finally in the comfort of my room, with the multiple shopping bags sprawled on the ground before me.“Just call back,” Cy urged from within me, her tone impatient, “It could be something important. You haven’t done anything illegal, have you?”“I haven’t, but…” I chewed on my thumbnail, my mind spinning with endless possibilities.“Stop overthinking. Just call.”Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed the button. The phone rang once… twice… and kept ringing. No answer. A shaky breath escaped my lips as relief and disappointment tangled inside me.I hung up and blocked the number, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling lingering in my chest. If it mattered, they’d call back… wouldn’t they?With a heavy sigh, I tossed my phone on the bed and headed to the

Cassie.My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I stared up at the figure standing before me. The moment I saw him, I froze, every muscle locking into place. It couldn’t be—yet there he was, dressed in all black, just like the last time I’d seen him. The Alpha who tried to end my life.Damon.My pulse quickened, and before I could think, a shrill shriek escaped my lips as I jumped to my feet, instinctively backing away. He hadn’t changed, that much was clear. The same cold eyes, the same terrifying presence.“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” I demanded, my voice trembling with fear that I couldn’t hide.Damon studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. Then, to my horror, he let out a low, menacing laugh.“You’re not a rogue anymore, are you?” he asked, his voice laced with mock curiosity.I licked my lips, my mind spinning. Was this some sort of game for him? I couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew about me now.

Cassie.My heart pounded in my chest like a drum in a frantic rhythm, each beat echoing in my ears. Jake’s panicked tone still played in my mind, making me wonder if he already knew I was being followed. Every second I spent just standing there felt heavier, weighed down by the growing tension in the air. My eyes darted around the street, but never reached the car parked behind meThen, from up ahead, a sleek, black car glided smoothly toward me, its dark windows concealing whoever was inside. My breath hitched, and I tensed, ready to run—until Cy stirred restlessly inside me.“It’s him,” she whispered in awe.Confusion clouded my mind for a moment until a familiar, overwhelming scent of cedar and mint hit me, grounding me in place. Axel.The car came to a sharp stop just a few feet away, and the driver’s door flung open with force. My wide eyes met his fierce, determined gaze as Axel stepped out, his stride purposeful and commanding. The air around him crackled with barely restraine

Cassie.The next few days passed in a blur, leaving me with little time to dwell on my tangled thoughts about Axel. Between preparing for school, buying supplies, and enduring Warren’s reluctant company, my mind stayed occupied enough to push aside the confusing emotions lingering from our last encounter.Axel had insisted I use his card for my school shopping, a gesture that felt more like control than generosity. Worse, he’d assigned Warren to accompany me, saying I’d spent “enough time with Jake.” I’d refused at first but didn’t bother arguing. Warren clearly wasn’t thrilled about the arrangement either. His perpetual scowl and curt responses made it clear he was only there because Axel ordered him to be.The first shopping trip was unbearable — awkward silence stretching between us as we wandered from one store to another. I made a point to ignore his grumbling whenever I lingered too long over something or browsed through items that weren’t on my list. He wasn’t my friend, just

Cassie.The morning sun peeked through my closed curtains, its warmth spilling across my face, stirring me awake. For once, I hadn’t been pulled from sleep by restless dreams or an overwhelming sense of dread. Today felt different—like a chance at freedom, however temporary.I forced myself out of bed before Mirabel arrived, determined to avoid any lingering thoughts about Axel or his suffocating rules. College was going to be a fresh start, a world far removed from pack politics and possessive Alphas no matter how much he tried to control everything.After a quick bowl of cereal, I took a long shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. As steam fogged up the bathroom mirror, I stared at my reflection. My freshly done knotless braids framed my face perfectly, with loose curls softening the look. The stylist had outdone herself, and I felt more like myself than I had in ages.I carefully twisted the braids into a neat bun, leaving a few stray curls free on purpose. After ap