Semua Bab Alpha Lucas’’s second chance : Bab 51 - Bab 60

- First Person’s Perspective -Marcus’s POVI had been sitting in my chambers, poring over some ancient pack records, when the muffled sound of chaos drifted up through the walls. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was some petty dispute among the pack members. But as the noise grew louder, my instincts kicked in. I set the papers aside and moved swiftly to the window.What I saw made my blood boil.Laura? Was that Laura?She was back? How come I didn't know about thisI looked closer and then I saw it,my sister, my blood, was being dragged out of the pack house like a criminal. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes wide with humiliation as two enforcers roughly hauled her out. My fist clenched tightly at my side. How dare they? How dare Lucas allow this to happen? Is this how you treat someone whom you haven't seen in years? Someone you claim to love?I strode out of the room and down the stairs, my anger building with each step. By the time I reached the main hall, my heart was poundi

First Person's Perspective: Alpha Lucas’s POVThe soft echoes of my footsteps filled the quiet hallway as I walked toward Miracle’s bedroom. My thoughts were heavy, weighed down by the events of the day. Laura’s sudden appearance had sent ripples through the pack, but none more so than through Miracle, the little girl who had only known her as a faint memory. I needed to see her, to make sure she was all right.As I neared her door, an uneasy sensation crept over me. The space outside her room was eerily empty. Where were the guards? I had assigned four—two in front of the door and two patrolling the hallway—specifically to ensure her safety. My instincts flared, sharp and unrelenting.“Marcus?” I called through the mind link, my voice laced with urgency. There was no response. My unease deepened. “Simone, report to Miracle’s room immediately,” I ordered, this time using a firmer tone.I pushed open the door, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and frustration. Relief flooded thr

- First Person's Perspective -~Enise's POV~I had been standing outside Lucas’s study, barely breathing as I pressed my ear against the door. His muffled voice carried through the thick wood, sharp with irritation. I had to stifle a sigh of relief when the conversation ended, and Marcus left without gaining any ground.Marcus was more perceptive, more stronger than I had given him credit for. That memory wipe Diana performed on him wasn’t perfect; it was already unraveling. He remembered something, and if he kept pushing, the whole plan could fall apart.The memory of that night at Lucian’s house surfaced in my mind.Lucian had been furious, his usual cold demeanor melting into uncharacteristic rage. Marcus had been unconscious on the floor, and I had panicked, assuming Diana had done something extreme.“Diana, what the hell have you done?” I had whispered harshly, my hands trembling.She had waved me off with an infuriatingly calm smile. “Relax, Enise. I didn’t kill him. I simply ga

- First Person's Perspective -~Third Person's Perspective ~He slammed his palm against the desk, the frustration in his chest threatening to boil over. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. How could Enise accept Lucas’s proposal? That was the most absurd thing everPacing back and forth in his room, he bit down on his knuckles, trying to make sense of her actions. The plan had been so straightforward. They were at the final stage—Lucas was supposed to trust Enise completely, and when the time came, she would rip everything away from him. No hesitations. No complications. But now this?Lucian’s mind raced, the betrayal cutting deeper than he cared to admit. What was she playing at? Was she really starting to care for Lucas? He didn't see the need for this. They had come to the end of their plan for fuck's sake. Why did she have to go and do this? Words could not describe the anger in his heart, the knot in his belly. He was beyond pissed. All he wanted to do at the moment was

- First Person's Perspective -Enise’s POVLucas had been calling my phone relentlessly, his name flashing on the screen like a warning beacon. I ignored every single call, at least until I left Lucian’s house. By the time I finally made my way back to the pack, the clock was nearing midnight, and the chill of the night air seeped through my jacket.As I drove along the quiet, moonlit roads, an unsettling feeling began to creep up my spine. It felt as though someone was following me.At first, I brushed it off as paranoia. Marcus had once tracked down Lucian's hideout before, and ever since then, I had been on edge. Perhaps the wine I had sipped earlier was playing tricks on my mind, or maybe it was just the lingering guilt of the lies piling up around me.Still, the sensation refused to fade. Every few minutes, I glanced in my rearview mirror, expecting to see a car trailing me. Yet, nothing stood out—just the occasional headlights of strangers driving to their destinations.“Get a g