All Chapters of The Price of a Second Chance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

His comment was suspended in the air, as if it were something that should not have been said. I looked at him, surprised, and felt a heat rising up my cheeks. I didn’t know if it was anger that he put into words or fear of admitting that maybe he was right. Likewise, I held the cup more strongly, as if the gesture could help me to control bad thoughts."That’s not it," I murmured, without much conviction. The truth is that part of me was holding on, yes. And not only against him, but against everything he represented: the danger, the intensity, and the mystery that attracted me as much as it scared me. And even love.He arched his eyebrow, keeping the smile light, but his look was too serious. It was almost as if he could cross me. "So, what is it?" he asked in a low voice, almost a whisper, as if he feared that the answer might transform us.I looked away, staring at the coffee foam in my cup, pretending to be interested in the random patterns that the liquid formed. "It’s complicate

When my back touched the couch, a wave of adrenaline ran through my body. Lancelot’s gaze on me was filled with desire and urgency. I knew him well enough to see that he was trying to control himself, but part of him seemed already beyond restraint."You don’t know how much I waited for this today," he muttered, his voice low, vibrating against my skin as his lips approached my neck.A shiver ran through my spine, and my hands instinctively closed in his shirt, pulling him closer. "Then wait no longer," I whispered boldly.He laughed, but there was no humor in the laughter. It was a heavy laugh, laden with desire. His lips found mine again, and this time there was no hesitation. The kiss was deep, hungry, and every second, I felt there was no way back. My body reacted to each movement.I could feel his strength in every gesture, but what left me even more surrendered was the delicacy hidden under that force. He touched me as if he was afraid to break me, and at the same time, as if he

The first thing I felt when my body gave in to transformation was pain. It was not like the pain of a cut or a punch, but something much deeper. It was the feeling that every bone was being broken and reassembled in a way that wasn’t meant to fit into my skin. I should have been used to it by now, but it never got easier. The difference is that this time Naomi was there. And this detail changed everything. After I started to lose control, I began to be afraid of myself.I heard her calling my name as my body warped, but her voice sounded distant. Like she came underwater. Her words tried to reach me, but the roar inside my head was louder. Instinct wanted to take over. The beast wanted out. I tried to fight, but the more I resisted, the more the transformation was completed.When I finally lost the fight and the wolf took the space, there was no more control over what I did. The body did not obey me. Only instinct. I saw Naomi standing in front of the camera door, staring at me withou

The room seemed to suffocate, despite the soft morning light. The silence between us was dense, as if every second weighed more than my own tired body. I couldn't shake the feeling that Naomi had no real idea of the risk she was taking by staying here. Maybe I was convinced that his presence was a brake for me, but I knew the truth: if the wolf decided to dominate, nothing would hold. Neither she nor I.I sat down on the couch, trying not to show how much my muscles were still shaking. The body looked like mine, but at the same time, it wasn’t. With each breath, I felt the echo of the still latent beast, as if it were just sleeping under the skin, waiting for the next chance."You should go home," I said without looking at her. "Sleep in your own bed, take a real shower, and forget what happened yesterday.""Forget?" she repeated, her voice firm, as if the idea was an offense. "Do you really think I could just pretend I didn’t see anything?"Crossed my arms, ignoring the pain of movem

I knew that I should not be there. The night was barely over, and the city still woke up slowly, but my mind was on fire. The weight of silence within the Bishop Corporation was almost comforting; no one to question me, no one to notice what I was doing. The problem was that I could no longer hide the truth from myself. I was lying. To Naomi. To Lancelot. And, in a way, for myself.The track was fragile, but real. A contact of mine—someone who owed old loyalty—would give me reports on movements in a warehouse at the limits of the territory. Forged documents, shipping records, and a detail impossible to ignore: the smell of medium wolf. The same guy who kidnapped the triplets.My children.I took a deep breath. Every time I said that in silence, my chest closed more. For six years, I convinced myself they were not mine. A cold rejection that saved me from carrying the weight of it. Now, not only did I know they were mine, but they were in the hands of enemies I barely understood.I ope