บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Second Chance Mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Amelia’s POV The dress was stiff and I felt stuck, looking like I had my balance far away from a strong being. It suddenly felt like a smell of betrayal. Cassie didn’t mention training with Damien. I took all the ounce of my strength to ignore his smell, if I could try to sprout out the beast inside of me but not until I’ve finally gained his trust to make me his Luna. “You’ll make a great Luna, Amelia.” Her voice was always comforting, and I felt going to sleep last night was the better option even if I wasn’t feeling too sleepy. I had to make Damien trust me to be able to handle the position. “On what terms do you think he’d make me available in the dungeon? It seems he has a thing for dark rooms, but throwing that guy in the dungeon…..?” “Don’t worry about that. He has a ton of forgiveness in his blood, see him? He has been an offender since he arrived here. We'll talk about that after your first training session tomorrow.” She assured me. _ _ _ _ _ _ The sun was yet to ri

Amelia’s Pov I opened my eyes slowly, the faint light stung as it came in through the window. For a moment, I thought I was back in my room at Darkmoon Pack. The space looked familiar, beautiful, warm, and inviting. But something was off. The bed felt too firm, the scent in the air unfamiliar. I sat up cautiously, my heartbeat quickening. This wasn’t my room. It was a replica, but not quite right. My hands trembled as I ran them over the soft sheets. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open, and a large figure stepped inside. “Amelia,” a deep voice said, one that sent chills down my spine. I froze. That voice… it couldn’t be. “It’s been months,” I whispered, “Uncle?” He stepped fully into the room, I thought I’d left behind forever when I ran from Silver Frost Pack. “Surprised to see me?” he asked. “What are you doing here? Why would you kidnap me? If my father asked you to look for me, at least do it in a polite way, right?” I demanded, trying t

Damien’s PovMy heart pounded as I stepped forward, my senses heightened, every instinct screaming that I was walking into a trap. And I was right. The moment my foot crossed the boundary, a surge of power shot up around me. A barrier. Before I could react, figures emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowed with malice. The forces of the Silver Frost Pack surrounded me in an instant, their weapons drawn, their snarls echoing in the cold night air. Amelia laid on the floor, her body limp, her face battered and bruised. Blood smeared her pale skin, and her wrists were bound tightly with silver chains, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She lifted her head weakly, her eyes finding mine, filled with desperation. "Damien…" she whispered. "Please… save me." A sharp pain tore through my chest at the sight of her so helpless. My hands clenched into fists. If only I had trained her longer. If only I had prepared her for the dangers that lurked outside the pack. She was strong, b

Sapphira’s PovI should have known it wouldn't be easy with Damien. I should have just killed her rather than take things easy with her. My heart hurt and I felt my gut screaming failure. The scenes came back in a flash and I yelled. “I'm not giving up on you, Amelia. We've started this, and we'll both end it.” I whispered in such despair. What could have been better than taking what I deserved? Kept and separated from the life I should own, only to come back and find it gifted to someone else. I couldn't stand living my life up to someone else's. Especially not Amelia, she had everything, I didn't even get a mate, and no one knew I was part of the silver moon pack. Staring at the walls that I was locked up in, I should have known Damien wouldn’t take things lightly. I should have planned better. I should have had a backup escape route. But no, I was too caught up in my own arrogance, thinking I could handle him, thinking I could break Amelia before he even had the chance to strik

Amelia's Pov My hands were shaking as I helped Damien onto the bed. He was completely down and asleep, or so I thought. Blood soaked his clothes, the deep stains spreading across his chest, and I could only imagine how bad his wounds must be. His skin was pale, too pale. His breathing was shallow, and I had to remind myself that he was still alive, still here. I couldn’t lose him.Cassie stood in the corner of the room, her eyes wide, her body rigid. She looked almost... terrified, as if something far worse was on the horizon. But I didn’t have time to focus on her right now. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it away from his body, trying to keep my hands steady as I cleaned him off. His body was still warm, but the blood that covered him made it feel like he was slipping away. I wiped away the stains as best I could, taking great care not to cause him any pain. He was unconscious, but I didn’t want to take any chances. The blood was drying fast, and I worked frantically,