All Chapters of Another Chance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

No more LossMark’s POVThe night was quiet, too quiet for my liking. I had learned to read silence like a map, and this one felt heavy, as though the air itself carried secrets it refused to share. The forest stretched around me, shadows pressing close, and for the first time in years, I could not steady the storm inside my chest.Rissa was safe, or at least safer than she had been days ago, but the thought of her alone, bearing the weight of everything that had unfolded, left me restless. She had always carried more than anyone should, and though she hid it behind her sharp words and steel stare, I knew the cracks ran deep.I leaned against a tree, listening to the rhythm of the woods. Owls called, branches shifted, the earth whispered, and beneath it all I thought of her. The memory of her voice was enough to shake me. It was strange how someone could become a tether without even trying, how one look, one touch, could leave you raw and stripped of the walls you had spent years buil

Chaos on the looseRissa’s POVThe air inside the estate pressed against my skin, heavy and suffocating, as though the walls themselves were bracing for what was coming. Mark’s words from earlier still clawed at my thoughts. He had stood so rigid, his jaw set, his shoulders tense, and I could see it in his eyes—he was carrying more than he let on.I wanted to demand answers, but deep down I knew this wasn’t the moment. Every step I took down the long corridor seemed to echo louder than it should, bouncing against the polished floors, betraying the storm boiling inside me. Something was shifting, not just in me but in all of us.When I reached the west wing, I froze. The silence there was different. Not calm. Not safe. It felt sharp, like a blade suspended above me. My senses strained as I scanned the corners, catching the faintest ripple in the shadows.That was when Eamon stepped out.He didn’t look the way I remembered him. His face was drawn tighter, fatigue carved deeper lines int

The Walls Closing InRissa’s POVTorchlight burned my eyes, bouncing from steel to stone, catching every blade, every hard set jaw. The men filled the corridor like a wall of fire and shadow, their weapons gleaming as if the estate itself had cast them from its bones.For a heartbeat, my lungs forgot how to work. The alarms in my head fell silent, drowned out by the pounding of my pulse. Mark’s hand gripped mine, hot and steady, pulling me back from the brink of panic.He moved in front of me, shoulders squared, his golden hair catching the light of the flames. I had seen him this way before, the Lycan King stripped down to his purest form, feral and unyielding. Tonight that rage carried something sharper. Betrayal.These were not outsiders breaking our gates. They were guards. Men sworn to this house. Faces I had passed in the courtyard. Voices I had heard in council halls. Men who had bowed to Mark only days ago.Now they lifted their blades against him. Against us.“Mark,” I whispe

Chains of ShadowRissa’s POVThe scream tore out of me, raw and feral, echoing against the jagged walls of the ravine. It cut through the choking fog, born of rage and terror, yet it could not loosen the chain locked around my waist.The links sank deep, grinding against bone, each squeeze stealing the air from my lungs. Silver burned into my skin, leaving blood to trace hot lines beneath the ghost-light mist. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to what I saw in front of me.Mark dangled in the monster’s grip. Golden hair hung in matted streaks, his face smeared with blood. His body sagged, lifeless but not gone. Not yet. I could still feel him, but faintly. The bond between us, once blazing, sputtered like a dying ember. It flickered and thinned, threatening to vanish with every heartbeat.“No. No!” My claws tore at the steel, sparks flaring where aura met chain, but each burst fizzled into nothing. These links weren’t ordinary. They swallowed my power whole, feeding on i

Ashes and EchoesRissa’s POVThe world was burning.Smoke carved itself down my throat, choking me, dragging fire into my lungs with every breath. The heat clawed at my skin, pressing in from all sides as if the blaze wanted to swallow me whole. Sparks rained down like furious stars, stinging where they landed, and somewhere above us, the roof groaned like a dying beast.“Mark!” My voice came out raw, torn apart by smoke and panic.His hand clamped around mine, iron-strong even through the tremor of exhaustion. He pulled me forward, shouldering through the thick haze. His face was streaked with soot, hair tangled and singed, eyes sharp and wild. Every line of his body screamed pain, but still he moved. Still, he kept me tethered to life.“We can’t stop!” he barked. His words were half-snarl, half-command, but they cut through the roar of the inferno.Something heavy cracked above us. I looked up just in time to see the ceiling sag too fast, too close. Mark shoved me back, throwing his