Semua Bab MY SECOND CHANCE MATE IS A HYBRID : Bab 111 - Bab 120

After Mrs. Lauren's burial, the atmosphere in the pack house was suffocating with sorrow. The pack was in mourning, and each day seemed to stretch on in endless silence. The weight of grief pressed on everyone, but for Amelia, it felt like a noose tightening around her neck.She had stood at the back during the ceremony, watching from a distance as Damien knelt by his mother’s grave. His shoulders trembled, though he tried to hold himself together for the sake of the pack. Elena stood beside him, her face streaked with tears, trying to console him in the only way she knew how. The sight of Damien broken and in pain gnawed at Amelia’s insides.She hadn’t expected the funeral to be so hard, hadn’t expected the guilt to be so relentless. As the mourners dispersed and the pack began to shuffle back to their daily routines, Amelia found herself paralyzed. She couldn’t stay here. Every corner of the pack house seemed to remind her of Mrs. Lauren's death. The whispers and condolences only de

In the dimly lit confines of Alpha Ralph’s pack house, tension hung thick in the air. The faint flicker of candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls as Ralph paced restlessly in his office, his jaw clenched tight. He could feel the anger bubbling within him, ready to spill over.“Carl,” Ralph’s voice thundered, echoing against the wooden panels. He turned to face Carl, who stood with his shoulders hunched, his gaze averted, knowing he was in for a severe reprimand. “What were you thinking? Do you have any idea how much you’ve messed up?”Carl’s heart raced as he braced himself for the scolding. He had expected Ralph’s reaction, but hearing it spoken aloud made the gravity of his failure hit hard. “I...I thought we were targeting Damien’s weakness. His mother was a liability..”“A liability?” Ralph interrupted, his voice rising. “You killed the one person who could have helped us leverage this situation in our favor! Mrs. Lauren was a powerful ally, and now she’s dead, and for what?

In the dim light of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the pack territory, Carl leaned against a wall, his arms crossed, his expression a mix of determination and frustration. The air was thick with tension as he awaited Amelia’s arrival. He knew she would come; she was always curious about his plans, especially after the chaos that had unfolded with Mrs. Lauren’s death.When Amelia finally stepped inside, her brow furrowed and her eyes sharp with anger, Carl straightened up, his demeanor shifting from casual to serious. “Amelia,” he greeted her coolly, masking his intentions behind a veil of charm.“What’s this about a meeting? You said it was urgent,” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively.“I’ve been thinking about our situation, about Damien,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “We need to act before he gathers more strength, before he seeks revenge for what happened to his mother.”Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “What are you suggesting? You’re not seriously considering

As the moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape, Damien’s rage simmered just below the surface, boiling over as he finalized his plans for revenge against Carl and Ralph. He could no longer contain the tumult within him; it was time to act.In the dead of night, Damien gathered his most trusted warriors. They stood before him, eyes gleaming with anticipation, ready to follow him into battle. “Tonight, we reclaim what is ours,” he declared, his voice low but firm. “Carl and Ralph think they can threaten my family and take my pack without consequence. We will show them that they are gravely mistaken.”His Beta stepped forward, a fierce glint in his eyes. “We’re ready to fight, Alpha. What’s the plan?”“Tonight, we strike hard and fast,” Damien said, his anger evident in his clenched fists. “We’ll catch them off guard. They’ve grown complacent, thinking they can hide behind their alliances and schemes. We’ll split into two groups—one will head for Carl

As Damien cradled Luna in his arms, he couldn’t suppress the wave of emotions crashing over him. The warmth of her tiny body against his chest felt surreal, as if he were holding the very essence of his love for Elena. Her small fingers wrapped around his larger one, and he marveled at the delicate life they had created together.His heart swelled with pride and overwhelming joy. “I can’t believe she’s finally here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Thanks for making me a dad, Elena.”Elena, still breathless from the intensity of labor, looked up at him with tears glistening in her eyes. “And thank you for coming back to us,” she replied, her voice shaky yet filled with warmth. “I was so afraid… but now, looking at her, I know everything will be okay.”As the doctor finished cleaning up the room, he cast a warm smile at the new family. “You both did incredibly well,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. “Elena, you’re a warrior. And Damien, the bond between you and your d