All Chapters of The Forbidden Second Marriage. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena pulled in a shaky breath. Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, but she forced calm into her voice.“ Cassandra, I do not know how to explain this so that you will believe me. But I promise you this. Now that I have broken my bond with Drake, I will never look back. Even if it costs me my life. You do not need to worry about me.”Cassandra’s voice came soft through the mind-link.“Elena, I do not mean to reopen your wounds. It’s just… I do not know who else to speak to about these things. I am sorry.”Elena kept her tone flat, her emotions buried deep, like a wolf suppressing its howl.“I understand.”Cassandra hesitated, then said, “Madam, do not carry the weight alone. I will make sure Drake pulls back his claws. I will make him withdraw the case against your foster mother. Trust me.”“Thank you,” Elena said quietly, her fangs gritted behind the words. “So… Do I still need to go to the Residence Hotel tonight?”Cassandra’s confusion came swift.“Huh?”Elena’s claws fle

At the sound of Jamil’s name, Drake’s eyes cut to Lucian. The wolf within him roused, tense and sharp. He finally understood. Elena was standing here not because she wanted to. She had been forced. She had been threatened.Elena’s eyes locked onto his. Her voice was cold and steady.“Where’s the medicine?”Her words struck harder than claws. Silence settled around the table."Was that not your aim in bringing me here?" she asked, her voice untouched by emotion. “To drug me? I’ve poured the wine. Bring the medicine.”Lucian froze. The pack sat motionless around the table, eyes flickering from Drake to Elena, waiting for the first to stir.Lucian’s boot found Drake’s leg beneath the table, the kick was pointed and deliberate.“Drake,” he growled softly. “Surely you’re not still nursing sympathy for her.”Drake didn’t answer. His eyes stayed fixed on Elena.Lucian let out a huff. Not waiting for Drake’s reply, he swiped the glass bottle and pushed it across the table with a swift shove.

Elena’s trembling fingers slipped from the phone, letting it clatter lifelessly to the ground. Drops of sweat rolled down her body. Heat burned her alive from the inside. She hugged herself, but it felt like fire pressed against her flesh.Her vision blurred. Her wolf howled.Then, a voice cut through the haze. Drake’s voice. It echoed inside her head like a command.Didn’t you say it yourself? You still owe me a wish.I’ll get someone to take you home.Elena pressed her eyes closed, her head drooping in surrender. Both her mind and body withered. Her fangs ached. Her claws trembled.She hugged herself tighter, sobs breaking loose. Her body burned hotter.She needed ice to calm herself.She remembered. When she booked the den-room, she’d told the omegas to prepare buckets of ice and fill the tub with freezing water.Right.She could endure this. Like last time.Using what little strength she had left, Elena forced herself up. Her legs barely obeyed, but her wolf pushed her forward.St

Elena's heart was battling with so many thoughts as she forced herself to accept the offer. She gave them a nod of thanks before stepping into the dark vehicle. Her wolf instincts flickered in confusion, unsure if this ride would lead her to safety or into another trap. She took the USB cord Richard offered, her fingers trembling slightly as she plugged in her phone.The screen came alive. Her breath caught in her throat.More than fifty missed calls blinked back at her.Two from Lady Lyra.The rest… all from Drake.She gripped the phone tightly. Her wolf growled low inside her. Why would Drake call so many times? Did he sense that she hadn’t given herself to Marcus as he wanted? It couldn’t be because he was worried. No. She shook her head. His heart was colder than ice.She dialed Mrs Lyra's number without thinking.The voice that answered was breathless but warm. “Elena! The enforcers said everything’s clear now! Lady Cassandra won’t be punished, and I’ve been released. I’m at the

The Monroes refused to back down. They tried calling again. Elena growled low in her chest as she blocked the number without hesitation. Her fingers moved fast as she gathered all the evidence she had collected over the moons. The voice recordings, text threads, pictures, everything. If the Monroes dared to touch her again, she would tear them apart in court. Far away, in a shady hotel room with blackout curtains, the Monroe family stirred like a nest of angry vipers. "That mutt!" Aunt Victoria snapped, her claws tapping the wooden table. "Just like her cursed mother! Unmarked mongrel! She’s aiming for Nathan’s birthright!" She let out a bitter snarl. "Nathan, you'd better bear your fangs tomorrow at the show. Get close to the old Gamma of Crescent Moon Pack. We cannot let that she-wolf Elena win!" Nathan kept his gaze low, but his fingers twitched with nerves. Derrick, Elena’s so-called father, let out a harsh laugh. "That pup dares to bark at me! Me, the one who gave her li