Alle Kapitel von His Betrayal, My Second Chance: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

CAMILLEThelma didn’t stop talking. She engaged me in all sorts of conversations. She was the one who made me know Dante had a crush when he was still studying at the Alpha College. She was a darling; I wouldn’t lie. As each time passed, I confirmed that she was sincere with her apology and that she really wanted to mend things with me.Still… a small part of me wondered if I should be this comfortable around her so soon. A voice in my still asked if Thelma could actually turn a new leaf after everything she’d done, yet I convinced myself to trust her. I mean, it would be better if I won more friends than enemies. However, my head was slowly getting heavy, and my eyes flickered as the lights began to dim. With my hand on my head, I shut my eyes and inhaled, as though that could help me comprehend what was going on.The room felt like it was tilting, slow at first, then sharply enough to make my stomach twist.“What is it, Camille? Is there a problem?” Thelma asked, her voice laced wi

DANTEShel, my wolf, almost took over as I scurried toward the woods. A cold dread clawed at my chest, tightening with every step. I didn’t wait to ask what location she was in. All I could think about was how to get there and make sure she was safe. He saw her with some men. What were they doing? Were they hurting her? Did she know them? Or did Cassius send people into my pack to take her away? The thought alone made my vision blur with rage.My heart tightened, and a hot surge of anger burned down my spine as the possibility hit me. If Cassius was really behind it, he wouldn’t survive. Both he and his pack. I would make sure he regretted this.“Can you perceive her scent?” Asher asked as soon as we stepped into the woods. Everywhere was dark, and the moonlight was the only source of light. The wind barely moved, carrying only the faint rustle of leaves.“No. I can’t,” I growled, straining my ears so I could catch the faintest sound. It was wrong… too wrong. Her scent never vanished

THELMAI have never been this terrified in all my life. My life was, and still is, fleeting in front of me, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Every attempt, every trick to twist the situation to my own advantage proved abortive. That bastard, Lena, kept sabotaging my plan.My chest tightened so hard it felt like my ribs were locking together, squeezing the air out of me.What the hell did that ugly-looking bastard have against me? Did she somehow piece together that I’d sent those men? Or was this just her twisted way of finally taking revenge for everything I’d ever done to her?And those incompetent bastards. They were supposed to fuck the hell out of her and leave her on the floor, injured and severely battered. How did they end up on the floor with her? What the hell happened? And when I looked at Camille, she didn’t seem like she was touched. Her clothes were still firm on her body. What the hell happened in the woods? Did somebody help her?For a split second, I imagined shad

GENERALFLASHBACKFour men lurked in the dark, watching Thelma as she helped Camille out of the hall and assisted her in settling under the tree. The night was thick and silent, the only light coming from the dim lanterns hung around the celebration hall.“Settle here. Let me quickly bring Dante,” Thelma told her, but Camille couldn’t respond. Her head was heavy, and her eyes were almost shut. A dull ringing echoed in her ears, making it impossible to form words even if she tried.Thelma gazed behind her and nodded her head at the people behind her. As soon as she left, they stormed forward and stopped in front of Camille.“Hey!” one of them said, tucking his hands into his pocket.Camille couldn’t respond. She only saw a blurry view. She swayed to the sides, trying hard not to collapse from the excruciating pain coursing through her.“This is not the time to talk. Let’s begin our plan before somebody comes out,” another grunted. He took her in his arms, and they scurried toward the w

THELMAThe silence in my room felt wrong… too heavy, too suffocating, like the air itself knew I’d been caught.An uneasy feeling settled on my chest like a burden I couldn’t shake off. Jack had been gone for an hour and hadn’t returned. Different thoughts swirled in my head. Every possibility felt like a blade pressed to my throat—Jack dead, Dante tracking me, the whole pack turning against me. Has he accomplished his task, or has he been killed instead? Did Dante find him? A strange cold ran down my spine as the thought germinated. It would be deadly and chaotic if Dante found out that I was the one who schemed everything that happened to his mate. He could kill me without glancing at me twice.My knees weakened as I paced all over the room, digging my nails into my palms. Where the hell did Jack go? It had been more than an hour since he left. I just hoped he’d done the task he was given and was probably delayed somewhere else. I didn’t want to imagine what it would look like when