Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY SECOND CHANCE MATE IS A HYBRID : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Elena stands in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the edge of the sink as she stares at her reflection. Her eyes are puffy from crying, but she quickly splashes cold water on her face, trying to erase any trace of her tears. Her chest feels tight, her heart aching from what she saw at Damien's room just hours ago.Damien and Amelia are so close, almost kissing. But she didn't say anything. She couldn't. Instead, she had left quietly, without a word. And now, here she is, pretending it didn’t happen.She closes her eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, and straightens her posture. She opens the bathroom door, her face now composed, a mask of calm she’s forcing herself to wear.Damien is on the couch, scrolling through his phone, oblivious to the turmoil inside her. Elena walks in, her movements careful, controlled. She feels like she’s standing on the edge of a cliff, but she forces a soft smile as she approaches him."Hey. You didn’t wait for me?" Damien glances up at her, his f

Damien paced in his office, tension was thick in the air. His broad shoulders, usually relaxed in confidence, were stiff with the weight of what he’d just discovered. A storm was brewing inside him, the need to protect battling the rage boiling under his skin.He could smell her before he saw her,his mate, his heart. The sweet scent that always calmed him now only sharpened his focus. Elena entered the room, her soft steps barely making a sound. Her eyes, warm and trusting, locked on his, searching his face for answers to the questions she hadn’t asked yet.He swallowed hard, his wolf stirring within him, fighting to stay in control.“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft but steady. She knew him too well, sensed the tension coiling in the air.His eyes darkened, the protectiveness in him flaring dangerously. “No, it’s not,” he admitted, his voice a low growl. He moved closer, taking her hand in his, needing to feel her warmth, her pulse proof that she was still safe, still

The door closed behind him with a heavy thud, but Alpha Damien didn’t look back. His heart ached, knowing he had left Elena behind, but his focus now shifted to the threat that still lurked in the shadows. His wolf surged beneath the surface, eager to be unleashed, to hunt those who dared to come for her.He moved through the forest swiftly, his pack close on his heels. Each step was silent, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his senses attuned to every shift in the air. His Beta fell in beside him, matching his pace.“We have word they’re moving through the southern border,” his Beta said, his voice low. “The scouts spotted them an hour ago.”Damien growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. His enemies were closing in, but they wouldn’t reach her. Not now. Not ever.“How many?” Damien demanded, his voice cold and controlled.“Three confirmed, but we suspect there’s more hiding in the trees, waiting for the signal.”“Good,” Damien snarled. “Let them wait. We’ll finish this before

Damien had left the pack house early that morning, his mind focused on strategy and the next steps in their fight against the intruders and enemy. He was determined to secure the borders, track the enemies, and fortify their defenses. He trusted that Elena would be safe inside, surrounded by his pack, his family.But he didn’t expect what will happen while he's gone , still uneasy after the tension from the night before, Elena had tried to keep to herself. She remained in their room for most of the day, pacing, worrying about the growing threat, and waiting for Damien to return. But as the hours dragged on, she couldn’t bear the silence anymore. She needed to feel useful, to contribute to the pack that had become her new home.She finally stepped outside the room, heading toward the kitchen, hoping to busy herself with small tasks. But as soon as she turned the corner, she stopped abruptly.There, standing near the hearth, were Mrs Lauren and Amelia. Their conversation stopped the mom

The sun had barely risen when Damien made his way to his mother’s quarters. After the confrontation the day before, he’d spent most of the night deep in thought. Elena's pain, her uncertainty, and the way she had been treated weighed heavily on him. He knew he needed to set things right, not only for her but for the pack as well. And he knew exactly where to start.He knocked softly on the heavy oak door, hearing the gentle rustle of movement inside before his mother answered. The door swung open to reveal her, looking composed as always, though there was a slight tension in her face no doubt lingering from the conflict of the past few days.“Son,” she greeted, her tone cautious but warm. “Come in.”He stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He could feel her watching him carefully, sensing that this was no ordinary visit.Without wasting time, he sat across from her in the sitting room, his expression steady but firm. “We need to talk,” he said, keeping his tone calm, though