The Price of a Second Chance의 모든 챕터: 챕터 191 - 챕터 200

I never liked that place—the smell of coffee, the noise of glasses, the mixture of humans and wolves as if they were the same. But for today, the trouble was worth it. I walked to the car. I needed silence. Likewise, I needed to taste what I had just seen. Naomi. And this is Lancelot.She tried to look calm, but the look gave everything away. Fear, guilt, and a point of something that not even she understood right. The kind of thing I recognize from afar.And Lancelot, that medium wolf who pretended humanity better than anyone. Always with that martyr look, of those who suffer by the circumstances. Almost made me feel sorry.The truth is that seeing the two side by side gave me more answers than I expected. Casper was strange. Unstable. I could see in the short messages, the silent meetings, and the way she avoided my touch. Now I knew why. He went to her. And that changed everything. Not that I believed he had forgotten her. I never did, but Casper was not a love of mine. I didn’t ca

I spent the night awake. My body still hurt, but what really bothered me was her silence. No message, no call, nothing. Naomi always answered, even if it was just to argue. But this time, nothing. I took the phone—the new one, since the other was in pieces—and tried to call again.Call ended. Again. Voicemail. “Damn."I walked around the apartment, still messy. I needed to talk to her. Likewise, I needed to explain—or at least pretend that I had control.Left without thinking much. I took the car and drove with the headlight off, the streets still empty. The sun was starting to rise when I parked in front of her house. The curtains were closed, the windows locked. No sign of movement. The children are probably with the nanny. I hit once. Nothing. I hit again, harder. Silence."Naomi!" The sound came out too loud, almost a roar. I looked to the sides—nobody. I rang the bell again until I realized it didn’t work. She wasn’t there. Or she was and just ignored me.The thought irritated me

When Lancelot left, the sound of the doorbell sounded louder than it should. I stood in the middle of the cafeteria, not knowing what to do first: run after it, close the place, or simply collapse on the ground. The hands still trembled, and the body was heavy, as if the air had become too dense to breathe.The customers pretended not to look, but I felt the looks—curious, scared, confused. I took the cloth from the counter and began to clean the same surface for the third time, just not needing to think. The noise of the dishes, the steam of the coffee machine—everything seemed distant, almost muffled.Willow. Casper. Lancelot. It was as if everyone had left pieces of themselves in there, and I was responsible for collecting the damage. I sighed and took off the apron. "Closed for today," I whispered to one of the employees who had just arrived. She nodded without asking questions—she should have smelled the confusion by now.I went to the back and leaned against the wall, trying to

I always liked that room. The Council never changes. It just changes faces.The leather chairs, the white columns, the portraits of the old Alphas—all men who thought they ruled the world. The funny thing is that, in the end, it was always women who decided the course of things. Only they never noticed.The meeting had already started when I came in. I made a point of arriving a few minutes late—the exact time for everyone to notice my absence and then my arrival. The effect was immediate. Conversations subsided, and heads turned. I walked to my seat slowly, as someone who already knows that he has the attention of all and does not need to hurry."Madam Morrison," said one of the senior counselors, setting up his glasses. "We expected your presence.""And here I am." I crossed my legs, putting the coat over my knee. "Can we start?"The secretary of the council coughed, opening the front folder. "The reason for the convocation is the recent behavior of Alpha, Casper Bishop. There are r

Willow always had a particular talent for transforming everything for her. Even her silence had purpose.Her apartment smelled of perfume and lies. The door was unlocked, which said enough. She knew I would come. She trusted it.I entered without announcing, without knocking. The sound of her jump echoed in the corridor."You should have told me you were coming," she said, without turning her face."And you should have told me that you were going to sell me to the Council."She didn’t answer. She just walked to the bar, picked up a glass, and poured wine as if we were discussing business. And maybe we were. "You turned me into a political monster," I continued. "Invented a script and put me in the role of villain.""I didn’t have to invent anything," she replied. "You wrote the text yourself. I just spread it out."Her calm irritated me. It always irritated me. I got closer. The room was wide, with windows open and the night wind coming through the curtains. A beautiful setting for a