Lahat ng Kabanata ng SAVED BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA; Audrey’s Second Chance: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

Audrey’s POVHis arms were strong around me, grounding me, protecting me but I still felt exposed.I had barely stepped into the grandeur of the Ironclaw Pack Manor before the sharp voice of a woman I didn’t recognize sliced through the air like a blade.“Who is this trash?”The words hit harder than I expected, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.I turned my head slowly in the direction of the voice, unsure what I’d see.She was tall, poised, and dressed like she’d just stepped off the runway. Not a single strand of her chestnut brown hair was out of place, and her deep blue dress clung to her body in a way that screamed power and attention. Her expression, however, was anything but elegant.She was glaring at me like I had spit in her drink.Michael didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. But I felt the tension roll through his chest like a silent growl waiting to break free.Without saying a word, he gently set me down, careful of my injured foot. The sudden loss of his warmth

Audrey’s POVThe door clicked shut behind the maid, and I was left alone in the VIP guest suite.I didn’t know what I expected...a some small, spare room in the farthest corner of the manor? A cold bed and silence? Maybe something that screamed “you don’t belong here”?But this…This was excessive.The room was large, it was twice the size of the one I had in Michael’s penthouse. Cream-colored walls, gold-framed art, velvet curtains that swayed slightly from the breeze rolling in through the balcony doors. A chandelier sparkled above my head. There was even a fireplace, though it sat unlit. A fully stocked bookcase lined one wall, and a vanity stood near the walk-in closet like it was meant for royalty.I stepped forward carefully, still favoring my injured ankle.There was no denying it: the room was beautiful.But it didn’t feel like mine.I ran my fingers across the velvet duvet cover, as if the texture could distract me from the heaviness in my chest.Just a guest.The words rang

Lana’s POVThe hallway felt colder than usual.Or maybe it was because I saw him.Michael.I froze the moment I turned the corner and spotted him walking toward me... his usual unreadable face, his eyes dark with that infernal Alpha calm that masked the monster underneath.My hand unconsciously moved to my neck.The bruises had faded thanks to the healer, but the memory hadn’t.The memory of his hand wrapped around my throat, the fear, the humiliation… the way I couldn’t breathe... not just physically, but emotionally.Michael had never touched me like that before. Not even in anger. But yesterday…Yesterday, he almost killed me.And all because of her.The stray.The fragile-looking wolf he carried into the manor like she was made of gold and starlight. The one he defended publicly. The one who had ruined everything I’d worked so hard to build.Michael’s gaze flicked toward me as he passed.I held my chin high, refusing to meet his eyes.But I couldn’t stop the tremor in my hand.I