All Chapters of The Price of a Second Chance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Walking through the house, I finally smelled him and was tempted to walk towards him. I thought about just leaving, but that would be too unethical. The smell ended at a door that I didn't know what was inside, but everything indicated it was another room. I opened the door and came across some steps. Right, it was a basement. Classic, many houses had basements, and his was one of them. I slowly descended the seven steps and looked around; it was light. Too light to see what looked like a transformation chamber. Then I saw him, naked, getting dressed.“What does this mean?” I asked him, approaching him. He was startled and covered himself with the clothes he was holding.“How long have you been there?” he asked, startled. “You weren't supposed to be here,” he said.“You should have masked your scent better, then, or maybe slept in the bedroom or something,” I replied, angry. It seemed like he still wanted to hide things

“They can mask the smell,” I said. The next minute, I regretted saying that. Casper looked at me with a doubtful and indifferent look, as if the information wasn't so new.“I imagine your friend Lancelot knows well about this,” he said. “You can open it,” he said. Then the doors opened, and Lancelot was thrown at us by one of the security guards. “He's a threat,” Casper said.“I'm a threat? Why? Because I fuck better than you?” Lancelot shouted angrily, showing his yellow eyes. Tension filled the room, and I knew this was only the beginning.The anger in Casper's eyes was noticeable when Lancelot said those words. If Casper had suspected our involvement before, now he was sure. I didn't even try to deny it; it would be useless.“What did you say?” he asked, his red eyes glowing even more as he approached. “Do you know who you're talking to?” he asked, with his typical air of authority.“A greedy alpha,” Lancelot replied, without any fear. He seemed to want to irritate him on purpose.

Then, Lancelot's body, amid his clothes, gave way to that of a medium-sized wolf. The clothes tore as quickly as his spasms and screams. In no time, there was a medium-sized wolf in front of us, growling and possibly out of control. However, Lancelot's eye contact with me indicated that he was fine but frightened by losing power at a time like that. It was my fault; if I had known what I wanted, this wouldn't have happened.Suddenly, the door opened and some police officers entered the room. “You can take care of this,” Casper said, already dressed in his previous clothes. Then, on command, the police officers shot tranquilizers at Lancelot, who screamed as he felt the effect, slowly fading away. I yelled for them to stop, but they didn't obey me. “They know where to take him,” Casper said indifferently, acting as if none of this was wrong. Then I realized what I didn't want to realize.“Was this your plan from the beginning?” I yelled at him as I watched Lancelot's frightened gaze cl

“Let's say that large wolves are a find for hunters. Those who don't know about us and hunt often tend to love larger animals, so I've been captured a few times, unfortunately,” he said. “I've lost some family members because of this kind of thing.”“I'm sorry,” I said sincerely. “I imagine it would be worse if they knew you were human. I mean, people like to study things they don't know. There would be a very high number of victims,” I commented.“And society would fear and despise us. I mean, it would be new to you. But we already live with that today,” Lancelot vented. A silence fell over the room. “Thanks for defending me. I heard you arguing,” he said. “Thanks. I'm used to always solving my own problems and everything else.”“It was the right thing to do. Casper is acting like an idiot,” I said. “I can't believe he can be so blind.”“To me, he's always been an idiot, so…” he said, laughing. I couldn't disagree and ended up laughing too. Casper was an idiot. “Anyway, I need to wor

A few minutes later, Lancelot howled, exhausted, and I fell to the floor, having continuous spasms of pleasure, as if I could take even more, even though I knew I couldn't. My breathing was so heavy and my body so tired that I didn't know how to move or walk. I had no strength left; I was completely exhausted. Not even the strength of a wolf could make me get up. Lancelot was no better; he seemed as exhausted as I was. Maybe it was a little different for him, but I couldn't say or confirm it.Feeling my eyes close, I knew I needed to rest. The warm floor allowed me to lie down comfortably, hoping that my body would regain its strength soon, but my mind seemed to follow my weakness, forcing me to take the idea of sleeping seriously. Without saying anything to him, I settled down, still in wolf form, as I didn't have the strength to regress. I growled softly before closing my yellow eyes and feeling the warmth of the floor. A handful of fur was pressed against me, warming me even