Her Second Chance Alpha

Isabella P.O.V. I arrive at school hella early, but lucky for me it’s open. I walk to the administration office, where Miss. Durant granted me my papers. I persuaded them to give it today, in return I promised to not show up at graduation. The school tried to expel me after everything, but the elders denied the request after seeing my perfect grades. They had no cause to do so, like the alpha. The school was livid, but oh well. I did my work, kept my mouth shut (most of the time) and tried to not bother anyone. I walked to my locker, my graduation papers in my bag, just waiting for the classes to start. As I stood there daydreaming of my life away from this hell on earth, a nasal voice reached my ears, along with a deeper voice belonging to my brother. “.... so scared of me, she wouldn’t even do a friendly spar.” He snickers as their group of wannabe barbies and look-alike hulks come into view. “Uh! You are so strong, Alex.” Janelle purrs, locking her hand on his arm. I woul

Isabella P.O.V. I drive through the night, and most of the next day, knowing the alpha won’t let me off the hook that easily. If I know him, and I do, he will be sending out a search party, trying to drag my ass back to that inbred pack of scums. Having the A/C on, as it’s a hot summer's day, I let the breeze and music surround me and calm my beating heart. Having my birthday in mid summer would have been fun with an outdoor birthday party, or even a pool party, if my life had not been hell on earth. As the late afternoon approaches on my birthday, I drive through this small town. It’s surrounded by thick forest, and I stop at a natural parking lot in the treelines. I lock my truck, and climb into the backseats to lie down. I set an alarm for four hours, and drift off to sleep. When my alarm sounds, I open one eye. The sun is about to set, and I know it will be time soon for my first shift. ‘I’m sorry we have to do this in unfamiliar territory and alone, Emmy.’ I tell her.

Isabella P.O.V. I’ve been driving for what feels like a year, but it’s only been about two weeks. I don’t know exactly where I’m going, but something inside me tells me this is where I need to go. Emerald agrees with me, and both she and I are relieved to finally be somewhere, where we both feel kind of safe. I don’t have any proof, but in my heart I know Alpha will not just let me leave like this, especially when he finds out I rejected his lowlife of a son. Ugh! ‘Emerald, why the hell did the moon goddess pair us with that son of a bitch?’ ‘The mother’s works in mysterious ways, little one.’ I chuckle, as I park outside a diner. I’m starving and tired, from having lived off food from gas stations, sleeping in my car and driving like crazy. As I enter through the door, a thought suddenly strikes me and I stop dead in my tracks. ‘What is it, Isa?’ Emmy asks in a worry. ‘I’m a rogue now. We’re a rogue. We.. There are other wolves here.’ ‘Don’t worry my child, you had an

Isabella P.O.V. Driving from the diner putting that idiot to a beta into his place, I smile to myself. I would never have dared doing that a couple of years ago, knowing I would have to take the beating without complaint or risk showing everyone what I’ve learned in the dojo. I couldn’t risk it, because knowing how crazy Alpha and my so-called parents are; they would have gone there to beat the shit out of the instructors for teaching me. It feels good to be free, independent and without fear for once in my life. I’ve always tried to keep my head down, keep quiet and let everyone forget I’m even there, which I succeeded most of the time. I have a big mouth on me, and my sass knows no boundaries when I’m met with stupidity - which has been a learning experience with having Janelle and Jeff come and go in my childhood home. In the grocery store I take a cart and make my way down the isles. I’m using the money Mr. Aberforth gave me, plus my salary. It’s been more than eno

Isabella P.O.V. I wake to a knock on the door, and when I look at the time on my phone it says 10.30am. I have never slept this long in my life, or this good. After going inside last night, I made myself mac n cheese with bacon. It was absolutely delicious, and I’m so happy I can actually cook. Poor Alex if he ever has to cook for himself or someone else. He can burn water. I laugh to myself at the thought, but then a tear slides down my cheek. I wish, not for the first time, that we had been close still. I love him, no matter what he did, I love him. He’s my twin. There’s a knock again, and I groan as I get out of bed. I throw a hoodie over my PJ, going out to open for whoever is here. I then wonder who would visit me? I live in the middle of the woods, and no one knows I’m here. I reach the front door, and when I open it Lauren’s smiling face meets me. “Morning sunshine.” She says in a cheerful voice, laughing when I yawn. “Did I really wake you?” She asks, suddenly worrie