All Chapters of Second Chance Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My eyes fluttered open, quickly shutting closed again when the bright lights pierced them, my head jerking to the side. I groan from the wave of pain that spreads through my head, clenching my jaw and trying to sit up. Slowly, I forced my eyes open and took in the sterile air, it smelled of disinfectant, medicine and cold. The white walls, clinical smell and even brighter lights of the hospital room send an uneasy feeling through me.I must be at the hospital. I never did like hospitals. They reminded me too much of sickness and death. I slowly adjust myself on the hospital bed and take in the IV tube stuck in the back of my arm and that’s when I hear the loud beeping noises coming from the machines next to my bed. Rubbing an arm over tired eyes, I feel a sharp pain in my belly and chest. I lightly touch on my stomach. No stitches. So why did it hurt so bad? My chest, on the other hand, hurt like hell. I’m about to move off the bed to shut the blinds when a nurse in pale gray scrubs

It was quiet. No, not quiet. Silent. At least at first. Then came the sound of trees as a gentle wind passed through its leaves, teasing, touching. The rush of water as if from a stream. I slowly open my eyes, squinting as the sun shines brightly on my face. Sitting up slowly, I find myself on a bed made of the softest leaves, as if someone had very carefully gathered them together, then placed me there. I take in my surroundings, my jaw dropping in awe at the absolute beauty before my eyes. I was sitting beneath what looked like a giant cherry blossom tree, the sun shining beautifully through its leaves. Nearby was the stream I had heard, its water so clear and pure, glistening like liquid silver in the bright sun. Everything looked brighter, more vivid, more beautiful than anything I had ever seen before. Even the bird sound was sharper, clearer. The air was fresh and crisp and carried a note of sweetness, almost a fruity taste. Mangoes, maybe? No, this was different. Everything in

I’m flying through the forest, my bare feet pounding across the hard grassy plains as I go farther and farther away from Len and Selene. Suddenly, the adrenaline runs out and my lungs scream for air, my body giving out. The cold night air whips against my exposed flesh and my feet ache. A coma. If that Selene person was right, then this body was weaker than I had thought. I can’t stop. I continue to push forward, running until I can’t anymore. When a harsh wind slaps at my arms and thighs, that’s only when I realize that I was only in a nightgown and I had run off in the middle of the night with no idea of where I was or how I was going to get out of there. Why didn’t I think this through?The cold night air begins to seep into my bones and my heart thunders against my chest. I pause to catch my breath, resting against a sturdy tree. My mind races, trying to figure out a plan, my next move. I have to get out of here. They are all crazy. Or hallucinating. I can’t go back to Len beca

Ana's POVI see through my peripheral vision how Len’s eyes grow wide at my words and he immediately turns to send away the crowd. Apparently, my words rejecting Zach had been firm but quiet enough that the crowd hadn’t heard me. They all walk away, murmuring their disappointments at not being able to witness the rest of the show.Once the room is cleared and just Len, Logan, Zach and I left, Zach lets out a dry, nervous laugh and he glances back and forth between Len and Logan. His smile disappears when he realises I meant every word I said. He clears his throat and takes a single step back. I watched him carefully, only allowing the slightest bit of confusion to show on my face as to why he didn’t seem destroyed by me severing the mate bond. Even more confusing, I couldn’t really feel it either.“Uh, this is very awkward.” Zach said, then laughed humorlessly. His eyes returned to mine looking hurt and a tiny bit angry. “Alpha Selene, you must be tired. I should have expected as muc

Len’s POVI pulled my arm from under Selene’s neck where she had fallen asleep, exhausted yet and turned over onto my side with my arm propped up against head. In the quiet of the large room, I watched her sleep. My ears picked up every small inhale into her lungs, the soft rustling of sheets as she snuggled into Logan’s arms. Selene looked… softer, warmer even. It was an odd thing to think or even realize especially since this was a woman I had known and loved for far too long. Which was exactly why none of it made sense. Selene wasn’t a soft woman. Sure, she was far more beautiful than words could describe and her womanly nature wasn’t ever in question but one wouldn’t look at Selene and call her soft. No, she was powerful and passionate and fierce, in bed and out. She was never vulnerable, never shy or meek. Her strength and power were one of the many things that I loved about her. Yet, the woman lying next to me wasn’t that.She was the same but different. Her face looked peacef