All Chapters of SAVED BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA; Audrey’s Second Chance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ONE Audrey's POV“What are you standing there for?” I heard my mothers voice ask with an icy tone as I stood stirring the pot of soup absentmindedly.“The sink is full of dishes that need to be washed and you stand there like an imbecile still stirring dinner that should have been served years ago” she added, obviously exaggerating.“Oh, I am sorry mom. I was just… Just lost in thoughts” I tried to defend myself.She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Oh please… lost in thoughts?” She asked “I… I…” I stuttered “What could you possibly think of when I cloth you, I feed you and shelter you ungrateful piece of trash, you are lucky I even let you still stay in my house, stupid orphan” Her harsh words cut through me like a knife, piercing my heart.She never failed to remind me that she was not my mother at every chance she got “ I didn't mean to get carried away mom” my voice trembled slightly“Shut up and serve dinner and don’t you dare eat without doing the dishes” she told me and I nodde

THREEAudrey's POV“Nothing Dad, I was just clumsy” I lied in a bid to defend my mother.He picked a paper towel and wrapped my hand with it to stop the blood from dripping. “Go get that cleaned up” he said as I nodded and I scurried out.I stepped into the hallway and I saw Ava’s laundry where she had left them. I struggled to pack the clothes when one of the guards walked up to me. His name was Melvin he had always been nice to me.Melvin helped me pack the clothes. “Let me help you with that,” he said. He noticed my bleeding hand as the paper towel father used to wrap my hands was already soaked.“Let’s go get that cleaned up” He said as he led me to the laundry room.“Now you are as good as new,” he said with a smile.He turned to leave when I held him back. “ Why are you always nice to me?" I asked and he laughed and walked out without saying anything.With a sigh I turned to the clothes and I struggled to put them into the machine with my hands. I was supposed to heal immediatel

Michael’s POVThe girl looked like she had been through hell; blood trickled from the wounds on her arm, and her breathing was hard as the wolfsbane coursed through her veins. It won't be long until she passes out. “Are you deaf?” I asked her again, with my voice louder than I had intended it to be.She looked at me with fear and confusion. “I don't know,” she whispered in pain.“You don’t know if you are deaf?” I questioned.She hesitated and glanced back at her mate. “I don't know if I should go with you.” She was reluctant to go with me, and I understood her fears; her body trembled and was weak as she reeked of blood and wolfsbane.“I will not ask again.” I said in annoyance, “This is not a request; it is an order.”Her lips opened a bit, probably to argue, but she shut it almost immediately; her eyes flickered between I and the mate, who stood frozen to the ground. I turned to face him; my wolf growled in anger, and I tried to calm down. I was enraged; he had dared to harm his

Audrey’s POVThe days passed in a strange blur of warmth and unease. My body, bruised and battered, was slowly healing under Michael’s constant care. He was always there, never hovering but never far. He kept his promises—to ensure I ate, rested, and recovered.But the unspoken tension between us was becoming unbearable.It was in the way he watched me, those piercing gray eyes trailing over me as if memorizing every detail. It was in the way he moved, his presence commanding every room he stepped into, his voice low and deliberate. And it was in the way I felt my wolf stir every time he was near, her longing for him a reflection of my own desires that I desperately tried to suppress.Even now, as I sat curled up on the couch in his massive penthouse, I could feel his gaze on me from across the room. He was seated at the dining table, a laptop open in front of him. Though his focus should have been on the screen, his attention was firmly fixed on me.“Do you ever stop staring?” I asked

Audrey’s POVPain pulsed through my ankle, shooting up my leg and settling in my ribs. Everything hurt, and yet, I felt warm and safe because he was there.Michael.His arms cradled me like I weighed nothing, his voice soft yet firm as he whispered reassurances against my temple. I could hear the pounding of his heart. Or was that mine?When he kicked open the door to the penthouse bedroom, I realized it wasn’t the guest room I’d been staying in.No.This space was nothing like that.It was… a world of its own.His room.Massive windows lined one wall, offering a sweeping view of the city, and the bed… goodness, the bed was large enough for a dozen people. Shelves of books, dark mahogany furniture, a sleek fireplace crackling with low flames… it wasn’t a room.It was a sanctuary.He lowered me onto the bed with a gentleness that nearly made me cry.“What happened?” he asked as he knelt beside me, his voice calm but his eyes dark with restrained fury.I blinked up at him, trying to pro