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CHAPTER 20
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2026-07-18 20:58:30
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Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 95
Helena's POVThe hall was already full.That was how I knew Brennor had lied.I had given him ten minutes. Ten minutes to run down a mud-slick goat path in the rain, in full leather, with a message about sixty heavy horse cutting through the low timber. Ten minutes is panic. Ten minutes is captains half-dressed, shouting over each other, benches knocked over.This was not panic. This was a seating arrangement.The long table was laid with a cean cloth and tea steaming. Lord Corvin sitting with his hands folded too tightly, like a man trying not to shake. Commander Ilya wouldn't look at me. And in the envoy's chair - the chair we leave empty at the far end for enemies under white flag - sat a man wearing Vane's grey-blue.He was already warm. His cloak was dripping onto my floor, which meant he had been inside for a long time.He stood up when he saw me, and smiled.And my heart stopped."Hello, little bird."Only two people in the world had ever called me that.One was dead. Buried in
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 94
Helena's POVThe cold hit me like a slap the second Jarrett opened that door.It wasn't just the mountain air. It was the way it stripped everything away. For twelve hours, the shrine had been the entire world - small, and stone-walled, and ours. Now the wind was in my lungs and the mud was back under my boots and the crown was suddenly too heavy in my hand.I didn't put it on right away. I couldn't. Not while Brennor was standing there looking at Jarrett like he wanted to apologize for existing."Your Grace," Brennor said again, quieter this time. Rain was still caught in his beard. His eyes flickered to me, to the blanket on the floor behind us, to Jarrett's sword, and then very deliberately back to my face. Good man, Brennor. He had been guarding that path since before I could hold a dagger properly."How many?" I asked.My voice came out wrong. Rough. Used up. I cleared my throat and tried again, and this time it sounded like a queen."Scout count, Brennor. How many?""At least si
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 93
Jarett's pov Dawn did not break so much as it bled through the cracks in the shuttered windows, turning the black stone walls of the shrine a dull, bruise-colored gray.The rain had finally died down to a faint, rhythmic drip from the slate eaves. Beside us, the hearth held only a bed of white ash and a few stubborn embers that flickered like dying eyes. My right arm had gone completely dead beneath Helena’s weight, the pins and needles crawling up to my shoulder, but I did not dare move a muscle. She was still fast asleep, her forehead pressed against my neck, her hand buried deep in the wool of my tunic.In the faint gray light, the shrine looked colder than it had under the firelight. The stone saints watched us from their niches with blank, unblinking eyes, their carved faces worn smooth by centuries of prayers from people who had probably wanted the exact same thing we did—just a little more time. A few hours of quiet before the world demanded them again.Then came the sound we
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 92
JARETT'S POVThe rain showed no signs of abating by the time the fire settled into a deep, steady red glow.Helena was completely asleep within ten minutes, her breathing heavy and rhythmic against my collarbone. Her body had given up every single ounce of tension it had held since Vane's men first crested the northern ridge weeks ago. With every slow, even exhale, she sank deeper against me, anchored by the heavy wool blanket and the simple, quiet reality that we were both still breathing.I did not sleep. My mind was far too stubborn for that, far too disciplined in its restlessness. It stayed wide awake, busy cataloging every second of the last hour, just as she knew I would. I tracked the slow rise and fall of her shoulders, the warmth gradually blooming beneath her damp clothes, and the soft, steady pulse beating against the inside of her wrist where my fingers rested over hers.Sometime around midnight, the storm outside shifted its mood. The howling wind died down from a roar t
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 91
JARRETT'S POV The rain never stopped.After the bridge, after Vane and his cavalry finally turned tail and rode south with their velvet getting soaked through and their banners dragging in the mud, we didn't go back to the main hall.We went back to the shrine.It was the only place that ever felt like it was actually ours. Not the palace's. Not the council's. Ours.The fire was dead when we got inside. Cold ash and the smell of old smoke. Helena knelt to relight it immediately, like she needed something to do with her hands. While I barred the door. Two heavy beams, iron brackets. The sound it made when it slid into place was final.Her cloak was soaked through, plastered to her back. Her hair stuck to her neck in dark, wet ropes. She was shivering so hard I could see it from across the room."You're going to get sick," I said."I'm fine," she said, but her teeth were chattering so badly she almost bit the words.I didn't argue with her. I never win when I argue about her taking car
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 90
JARRETT'S POVThe old stone bridge was already soaked by the time we got there.Thirty minutes was a lie. It took twenty. Helena didn’t waste time, and I wasn’t about to let her walk into Vane’s teeth alone.We rode hard through the wet pine trail from the shrine, Kael ahead, me tight on Helena’s left. The rain had started while we were still inside, a cold, thin drizzle that turned the dirt path to mud. Her cloak was already dark with water by the time we cleared the tree line.The mist rolled off the River Bend in thick, slow banks. The river below was black and fast, swollen from three days of northern melt. And one man in velvet at the center of it; Lord Vane.He was everything I expected. Fat, soft, and draped in damp red velvet that had cost more than the entire northern granary combined. His face was flushed, his jowls damp with rain and sweat. Irritable, just like Kael had said. Two archers flanked him, bows strung but not drawn. Yet, the cavalry behind him sat still, but th
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