All Chapters of The Price of a Second Chance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lancelot then approached the table and asked us what the request would be. Without much thought, I looked at anything on the menu and asked. He noted. Then, acting professionally, he looked at Casper and asked what his request would be. Imitating what I did, he also chose randomly, and then Lancelot left us.Shortly after, he brought the orders for the three of us and sat down with us. “I don’t remember calling you,” Casper said. “Aren’t you on duty?” he said, mocking Lancelot. I knew they wouldn’t get into a fight there, so I didn’t worry about the argument that was about to start.“I am the owner, so I do whatever I want with my workplace, Casper,” he said, mocking back. In every argument, he seemed to take the advantage, mainly because it was almost always not he who started it, but Casper. “And you should be working now, far away from here, but you’re eating. Ironic, isn’t it?” he said, mocking even more. I decided that I would use this as personal entertainment while eating, befo

“None of that matters at the end,” he said. “When a woman is human, we already know the level of trouble she causes if she’s a wolf. Nobody takes that well. And if it’s a wolf, you know… they wouldn’t be with someone like me,” he said, trying to pretend it didn’t bother him.“I stayed with you,” I said. “There’s always hope, Lancelot,” I said, smiling. I didn’t want him to feel bad in any way. “There is always someone for you,” I said, being positive. I always believed that no one was born to be alone.“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, leading me into the kitchen. “Because I’m already in love, and I just want that person to want me,” he said. Then my phone rang, indicating a message.I read the message, which was from Casper. There was nothing relevant in it except his intention to annoy Lancelot. The message was cute and ended with a dinner order. I didn’t know if Lancelot did it on purpose or not, but he had read the message. “This guy wants to piss me off,” he said, commenting

My heart was beating hard in my chest, making it seem like a hammer was there. The sound of Lancelot’s claws scratching at the door was like an uncontrolled drum. Each scratch left a mark of nervousness on my head, making everything even more distressing. A strong smell of wolf filled the air, resembling a wild and basic fragrance that mixed with my own fears, leaving the place tense.Deciding to look for answers, I went to the employees who were nearby. They looked at me with expressions of solidarity, witnessing the drama that was happening. “Please tell me what to do; this is very important,” I begged. My voice was trembling a little, showing how worried I was. Each word carried the urgency I felt, showing the distress I was going through.One of the staff approached with eyes that showed he understood how I felt. “I understand your anguish, Naomi. But, unfortunately, now we are a little out of options,” he said honestly, with a voice that showed he was sad about what was happening

“I really didn’t expect this,” I said, sitting next to Lancelot, who was still passed out. “You mean that man is your grandfather?” I asked, even though it was a rhetorical question. He confirmed with a slight nod. “What exactly does he want?” I tried to understand while my mind sought a solution for that. “Naomi, I think this conversation is better had with him,” said Heiss, entering the chamber. “You’re directly involved, and I’m sure he’d rather be the one to tell you everything. I think I’ve said too much already,” he completed, with a tone half serious, half resigned. “Anyway, we need to go. We have things to sort out. Stay with him; he’s going to need you today. We’ll try to show up tomorrow,” he said, before turning around and leaving. That’s when I realized he was really gone. A few minutes later, Lancelot finally woke up, moaning in pain over the scars on his body. “What happened?” he asked, looking around, trying to understand the situation. “Shit…,” he muttered, seeing

Lancelot guided me to a cozy room with warm tones and wooden furniture. The characteristic smell of its presence was impregnated in the environment, creating a sense of familiarity and security. Our eyes crossed for a moment, full of unspoken meanings. It was as if our souls were communicating in silence, sharing the depth of the emotions we were experiencing.As the night fell and shadows filled the room, the silence between us was comforting. We didn’t need words to express what we felt. We lay side by side, our bodies close together, but not close enough to touch. The closeness was electrifying, like a subtle promise of something deeper and more intense to come. Our smells were very subtle, very present, and a mess.The darkness of the night gradually turned into a restful and restorative sleep. I found myself drifting in dreams, where the real world and the imaginary were magically mixed. Images of wolves running through the forest, free and wild, danced in my mind, evoking a sens