All Chapters of Alpha Lucas’’s second chance : Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

-First Person's Perspective Enise's POVI press my back hard against the rough stone wall, praying that the men won't find me. I hear them getting closer, their footsteps echoing through the narrow alley. There are more of them than I expected -way more. I thought I could take five, maybe six, but now I know there are at least ten. A sinking feeling grows in my stomach as I realize that I've made a huge mistake. My decision to face them head-on rather than running-it's a bad one.I can't let them catch me, but there's nowhere to hide. My only option now is to fight. I look around, quickly scanning the area for something I can use as a weapon. I grip the small knife in my hand, my fingers tightening around the handle. I need to be fast. I need to be smart.The first man rounds the corner, and I don't hesitate. I dart forward, slashing at him with the knife. The blade catches him in the chest, and he stumbles back, shouting. But he's not down yet. He roars and lungesat me, and that's

-First Person's Perspective -Enise’s POVI arrived at Lucas’s home, the familiar gates opening as I pulled up in my car. My mind was still racing from everything that had happened. The fight, the men, how Lucian had come to my aid. He made sure to follow me down here, so that I don't get attacked again. His car was behind me in a safe distance. He had promised to watch me enter into the house before he would leave. I thought it was dangerous, Lucas might smell him and stuff but he didn't care. He said my safety was his number one priority As I stepped out of the car, I saw Lucas standing on the porch. He was pacing, his hands running through his hair in that way he always did when he was anxious. When he spotted me, his face instantly softened, but there was an edge of worry that didn’t escape my notice.“Denise!” He rushed over to me, his voice frantic. “What happened? Why did you call me? What’s going on? I tried to call you back countless of times but your number wasn't going thr

First Person's Perspective – Laura's POVThe moment Lucas stormed out of my quarters after accusing me of something so vile, I was left standing there, my hands trembling and my chest heaving with anger. I couldn’t believe his audacity. How dare he accuse me of attempting to kill Enise? Me? Did he even know who I was? Did he really think that I would have missed, should it have been me? *Scoffs*“This is an insult,” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room like a caged animal. The confrontation had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and the weight of betrayal pressed heavily on my chest. Lucas was supposed to have my back, but instead, he was treating me like I was some common criminal. I might have spiked her drink, but that's not enough reason for him to accuse me like this. What if Miracle hears of this. She definitely wouldn't love me as much I grabbed my phone off the table, my fingers shaking as I scrolled through my contacts. There was only one person I could call now—Marcus.

First Person's Perspective - Enise's POVThe soft rustle of leaves and the gentle sound of water lapping against the pool's edge created a serene backdrop. I leaned back in my chair, basking in the warmth of the sun. My phone rested in my hand as I chatted with Anna, her voice a comforting constant amidst all the recent chaos.“I still can’t believe Lucas accused Laura outright,” Anna said, her tone incredulous. “It’s like he’s finally grown a spine, huh?”I chuckled softly, twirling a strand of my hair between my fingers. “It was unexpected, I’ll admit. But I can’t say I’m upset about it. Someone needed to stand up to her, and I’m glad it was him.”There was a pause on Anna’s end before her voice turned teasing. “Enise, you sound like you’re starting to like him again.”“What?” I nearly dropped my phone in shock. “Don’t be ridiculous, Anna. It’s not like that at all.”“Uh-huh,” she drawled, her tone dripping with skepticism. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. But I’ve seen the way yo

First Person's Perspective - Enise's POVMiracle sat beside me on the couch, her small legs swinging back and forth, her hands clutched tightly in her lap. She was unusually quiet, her bright energy replaced by a heaviness that made my heart ache. I reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.“Miracle,” I said softly, “you’ve been really quiet today. Is everything okay?”Her small shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, but she didn’t look up. Instead, she focused on the way her fingers twisted together.I leaned closer, wrapping an arm around her. “Sweetheart, you can talk to me. Whatever’s on your mind, I’m here to listen.”There was a pause, long enough to make me think she wasn’t going to say anything. Then, in a small, trembling voice, she whispered, “Why doesn’t Mommy love me?”The question hit me like a blow to the chest, and I felt my throat tighten. How do you answer something like that? How do you comfort a child who’s hurting in a way no child ever sh