All Chapters of The Price of a Second Chance: Chapter 221 - Chapter 229

Woke up to the sound of cups. Small, domestic, impossible to confuse with anything from the forest. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then I realized that the smell of coffee was real and that the body, although still heavy, already obeyed better. The fever had passed. What remained was the pain.I opened my eyes slowly. The room was almost the same. The sun came in through the cracks of the curtain. Naomi was on her back, moving something on the table. The hair fell loose, messy."You woke up." She turned with a small, tired but true smile. She approached, bringing a cup. "Want to try a drink?"I watched the steam go up. "Is it coffee?""It is."She sat down next to me and handed me the cup. Her warmth in my hands made me realize how much they were still shaking. I tried to hold on, but some liquid spilled. She didn’t say anything. She just wiped with a cloth without taking her eyes off me."It’s bitter," I said, after a sip.We were silent for a while. The world seemed too sma

The sun began to scratch the floor with orange, and Naomi slept with her face turned towards me, hair fallen by the pillow, a lock caught between her lips. There was a tranquility in it that I had not seen before. A simple, human beauty.Sat down slowly, careful not to wake her. The body still hurt, but the pain had shifted to a different location. It was no longer a reminder of the wolf. I got up, and each muscle responded slowly. The morning air was cold but good. I went to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee that was still left from the night before. My hands trembled a little when I held the bottle.The first cup fell almost in half, and I laughed alone. "You always sucked at coffee makers." Her voice came out sleepy and drawn and made my heart race. I turned around. Naomi was standing at the door, the blanket falling down her shoulders, her hair messed up in a way that looked like a work of art."And you always wake up when I try to do something right," I replied.She smi

I always knew. From the beginning. They think they fool someone, but the problem of dealing with liars is that they believe their own stories. I don’t. I see what they’re trying to hide. Naomi’s silence, the way her phone was “unplugged” on the right night, and the blood disappearing in the forest perimeter. No one survives that ambush. No one, except an average wolf with enough stubbornness to challenge his own biology. Lancelot.I saw him almost die. I let him almost die. And yet he breathes. Naomi thinks she can hide him from me. This is what irritates me most: not the betrayal itself, but the presumption. She has always had this gift to think that love makes her invincible. But love is the most predictable of instincts.I heard from my men even before the body cooled on the forest floor. One of them appeared with a white face and a trembling voice. Said the wolf is gone. That there was blood, but no body. I could have killed him right there, just to maintain the hierarchy, but I f

I didn’t move for a while. The whole body seemed to be stuck, as if any movement could make the air collapse again. Casper had left, but his smell still permeated the house. I knew that if he had taken one more step, if he had insisted, he would have found Lancelot. And then nothing else would remain. The ground seemed to shake under my feet, not of fear but of the adrenaline that had not yet gone away. I had never seen him so calm. And it was worse. Furious Casper was predictable. Calm Casper was a disaster.I went to the window and looked out. His car was no longer there. The road, wet with fine drizzle, seemed longer than ever. I could almost see him driving, the cold expression, the discreet smile, the look already calculating the next step. He had not come here on impulse. He came because he wanted me to know that he knew. It was a warning. And now, the mere thought of opening the door made me feel like I was being watched. He could have left someone out there. He could be waitin