All Chapters of Alpha Lucas’’s second chance : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

-First Person's Perspective -~Lucian’s POV~I sat in my dimly lit study, staring at the empty glass in my hand. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, but it didn’t warm me. Not tonight. My mind replayed Enise’s words, over and over, like a broken record I couldn’t turn off.“I quit.”Her voice, steady but pained, echoed in my head. It wasn’t just about the job—her leaving felt like a betrayal, not only to me but to everything we had built together. I tightened my grip on the glass until I thought it might shatter. How could she walk away now, after everything?The door burst open, and Diana stormed in, followed by Anna. Their faces were flushed with anger, and they wasted no time letting me have it.“She’s really gone?” Diana spat, her hands clenched into fists. “You just let her leave? Without even trying to stop her?”“I didn’t let her do anything,” I snapped, standing up. “She made her choice.”Diana scoffed. “Her choice? No, Lucian, this is on you. You’ve been too soft on her f

-Third Person’s Perspective- ~ Unknown POV~The click clack of her heels echoed off the cold, stone walls of the basement, each step falling like the tolling of a death knell. The air was heavy with tension, as if the walls themselves braced for what was about to unfold. She descended the stairs with an unhurried grace, her all-black outfit blending seamlessly into the dim light. A wide-brimmed hat concealed half of her face, leaving only the sharp curve of her jaw and the crimson slash of her lips visible.This was her signature look, an image that struck fear into the hearts of her subordinates. No one dared speak her name or claim they knew who she really was. Her identity was a mystery, even to the men who served her. Only two people in her world knew her true face—her right-hand man and her boss.The men in the room shuffled nervously, heads bowed, eyes glued to the floor. She didn’t need to see their faces to know they were trembling. They had failed her, and failure was not so

- First Person’s Perspective – ~Enise’s POV~The sound of raised voices pulled me from my sleep. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, but the noise continued. I sat up, blinking at the morning light peeking in through my window. The voices were coming from downstairs.Curiosity got the better of me, so I climbed out of bed and headed to see what the commotion was about.When I reached the living room, I found two maids standing face to face, their voices loud and accusing.“I told you to handle the flowers! Now look at this mess!” one of them shouted, pointing at a vase on the floor.“Well, maybe if you hadn’t left everything to me, I wouldn’t have dropped it!” the other shot back.I stepped between them, raising my hands. “Alright, that’s enough,” I said firmly. “What’s going on here?”Both maids started talking at once, their words tumbling over each other. I held up a hand to stop them.“One at a time,” I said. “And calmly, please.”Before either could respond, Lucian’s voice

-First Person's Perspective – ~Enise's POV~I sat on my couch in the apartment, the faint hum of the city outside the window breaking the otherwise heavy silence. I hadn’t been able to relax, not fully, not after everything that had happened. My thoughts kept circling back to him, Lucas. I had tried so hard to move on, but memories of him, of us, kept creeping into my mind.Then, a sudden knock on the door broke me from my thoughts.I frowned, glancing over at the door, my pulse quickening slightly. Who could it be? The only people I expected were the delivery guy or maybe the maintenance crew, but the knock sounded… different. Too calm and calculated to belong to a delivery man, no offence I stood up slowly, walked across the room, and peered through the peephole. My heart stopped.There he was.Lucas.My stomach twisted, my breath catching in my throat. How had he found me? After all this time, after three months of silence, how had he found his way to my door? I thought he’d forg

- First Person’s Perspective – ~Enise’s POV~As soon as Lucas walked out of my apartment, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, my knees threatening to give way. My heart raced in my chest, and I struggled to steady my breathing. Seeing him again after three months felt like a punch to the gut.How did he even find me? I thought I had made it clear I didn’t want anything to do with him. But no, Lucas never respected boundaries. And now, he was back, pleading and making promises he had no business making.I pushed myself off the door and sank onto the couch, trying to calm my chaotic thoughts. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing him had stirred up emotions I thought I’d buried. Anger, regret, maybe even a flicker of longing.Just as I began to catch my breath, a knock echoed through the apartment again. My frustration boiled over. I shot up from the couch, marched to the door, and yanked it open.“Didn’t I tell you to fucking leave—”I froze mid-sentence, my words catching