All Chapters of Alpha Lucas’’s second chance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

First Person's Perspective~ Alpha Lucas ~The adrenaline from the fight with Slade still coursed through my veins as we rushed back to the pack. The weight of what I’d done—killing a fellow Alpha—loomed heavy over me, but there wasn’t time to dwell on it. Not now. Not yet.As soon as we entered the packhouse, Marcus was there, waiting. He approached me in long, purposeful strides, his expression tense.“We have a problem,” he began, his voice clipped and urgent.I exhaled sharply, already bracing myself. “No,” I replied, cutting him off before he could continue. “We have a much bigger problem.”Marcus’s brow shot up in confusion, and his eyes flickered briefly toward Denise. Suspicion clouded his face and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.Before I could clarify, a small whirlwind of energy sprinted into my side.“Daddy!” Miracle squealed, throwing her arms around me before darting toward Denise. “Come quick! I’ve got something to show you in the playroom!”Denis

*First Person's Perspective*-~Alpha Lucas~I sat hunched over the desk, my hands trembling slightly as I flipped through the pages of paperwork, trying to make sense of the numbers and the mess in front of me. It was past midnight, and the only light in the room came from a dim lamp on my desk. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. There was too much at stake. Too much pressure. The weight of everything pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.Marcus sat across from me, his expression just as strained as mine, his brow furrowed as he scrolled through his own set of papers. We were both immersed in the same problem, but every time we thought we found a solution, it slipped through our fingers like sand. The investments had failed. The pack was on the brink of collapse. I should’ve seen this coming, but I hadn’t. I had been too arrogant. Too sure of myself.“What the hell went wrong?” Marcus muttered, pushing his chair back and running a hand through his hair.I leaned back in my ch

First Person's Perspective – Lucian's POVI sat on the leather couch in my dimly lit bedroom, the glare of the big screen in front of me illuminating the otherwise shadowy space.My eyes were locked on the live feed of Enise's room, transmitted through the secret camera I'd planted. It was a questionable act, I knew that, but I didn't care. Enise wasn't even aware of it.Creepy? Maybe. Necessary? Absolutely.The sight on the screen made my jaw clench. Marcus. His face filled the frame, his expression smug and insufferable as always.I leaned back against the cushions, contempt boiling in my chest. How had I ever called him a friend? Once, we'd been close, but those days were long gone.Marcus's loyalty had always been with Lucas. Even when I'd been framed for something I didn't do – banished, humiliated – Marcus hadn't said a damn word in my defense.Because Lucas came first. He always did.But that wasn't what infuriated me most. What bugged me to no end was how Marcus was constantl

-First Person's Perspective -~Alpha Lucas~I jumped to my feet, My eyes narrowed as I leaned forward against the balcony railing, fingers gripping the cool metal tight enough to blanch my knuckles. There she was—Laura—striding through the courtyard like she hadn’t abandoned everything. Her movements were as deliberate and graceful as ever, as though she owned the damn place. Her arms stretched out, beckoning Miracle into an embrace, but the little girl stopped dead in her tracks, stared for a heartbeat, and turned on her heel, bolting in the opposite direction."Who is that?" Denise’s soft voice cut through the tense silence, pulling my gaze away from the scene below."Her," I said, my voice colder than I intended, "she’s my ex-wife—the one I told you about."Denise’s brows furrowed in confusion. "But... she doesn’t look like me," she said, her tone uncertain. "Why do people confuse us, then?"A bitter chuckle escaped me. "No, not her. Laura’s the one who ran away. The one people com

- First Person's Perspective - Enise's POV My mind was a whirlwind of chaos, thoughts of Laura's audacity mingling with the fresh memory of Lucas's kiss.There was no time to dwell on that now, though. I had to focus. Laura's sudden reappearance had thrown a wrench into everything, and I needed answers – and solutions.The drive to Lucian's estate was uneventful, but the weight in my chest grew heavier with each passing mile. By the time I arrived, the sight of his sprawling mansion brought little comfort.I pushed the door open, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as I was led to the sitting room where Lucian, Anna, and Diana were already waiting.Lucian looked up from his seat, his expression unreadable. "You're late," he said, his voice calm but laced with underlying tension."What do you mean? Didn't I had a situation? You think it would be that easy to walk out of the house without questions asked?" I snapped, throwing myself into the chair opposite him. "Laura