LOGINA Second Chance Maryann pov I was back on warrior duty for the first time in months—light training, nothing strenuous yet, but Alpha Marcus had cleared me for limited patrol rotations and it felt good to be useful again in a way that wasn't about recovering. I'd stopped at the grocery store af
A Second Chance Marcus pov I woke before her, the way I usually did now, and eased out from under the blanket carefully so I wouldn't disturb her. She was sleeping soundly, deeper and more peaceful than I'd seen in months—no furrow between her brows, no tension held even in rest. I stood in the
A Second Chance Marcus pov We'd moved to the living room after dinner, the fire going, the candle from the table relocated to the mantel. I put my arm around her and she settled against me, her hair smelling like the shampoo I'd grown to recognize without thinking about it, something faintly f
A Second Chance Maryann pov I woke to a smell that pulled me out of sleep gently instead of jarring me into it. Something rich and herby, drifting in from the kitchen. There was a note on the pillow beside me. *Come to the kitchen when you're ready. No rush.* His handwriting. I sat up easy
A Second Chance Marcus pov I felt it before she opened the door. The bond had gotten clear enough over these months that I could read her general state from across the house now—not specifics, just weather patterns. And what I felt when her car pulled into the driveway was heavy. Tired in a wa
They left. Carla looked at me. "You okay?" "Yes." And mostly, I was. The cold feeling in my chest was receding, replaced by something more like resolve. "I need to call Marcus, though." I sat on the bench for a minute before I did. Thought about what Patricia had said—that Carol felt like she







