All Chapters of GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The hum of the clinic faded into nothing, dissolving into a dull blur at the edge of my awareness. I straightened the charts on my desk, my hands moving with mechanical precision. Every motion that I take was a deliberate act, it was calculated because I know that the moment I let myself slip, my emotions would claw from beneath my skin and it find their way to the surface. Cole had walked in with so much emotion emoting from him, he was pleasing but I refuse to listen to his pleas. For the past eight years, I had been able to forge an armor that’s been able to protect the life I had successfully built without him.But as I turned to return back to my work, I could still feel the hollow ache in my chest. I hated the fact that the bond was still present, I hated that a part of me still remembered the man who had at a point in time been my entire world and had successfully shattered it.I drew in a deep breath, trying to slow the frantic rhythm of my heart. The staff moved around me, b

The pack hall felt heavier than usual, the air thick with tension I couldn’t shake. Whispers slithered around me, every murmured conversation was laced with suspicion, every glance a question I didn’t know how to answer. One presence was constant over everything and that is Sasha’s presence, ever since I had returned, I got to find out that Sasha’s influence has gotten so much bolder. And beside that rise stood the hollow space where Ella—now going by Elara—had used to be. The woman she’d become was untouchable, formidable, distant in ways that cut deeper than claws ever could.I dragged a hand through my hair, my jaw tightening as guilt churned inside me. By now, I shouldn’t be surprised by Sasha’s schemes. I should’ve known that she would use my previous mistakes as weapons. But instead, I’d walked right into her manipulations, now I’m standing in between a mess that I had created and I haven’t been able to fully escape from it.How the hell was I supposed to untangle myself from th

That evening the clinic had gotten so quiet which was unusual, it was the kind of wuiet that allowed for thought to slip in through the cracks. The fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, a familiar, almost comforting noise, and the tired murmur of patients in the waiting room floated in and out of focus. I leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring out at the city skyline as night settled over the streets. Peaceful outside but chaotic inside.The reason being that no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking thinking about him.I wasn’t thinking about Cole the new Alpha.Not Cole the man I had once thought I could trust.But about the bond we shared.That bond still remained persistent, unrelenting and impossible to silence. These last eight years should have been enough time for the bond to totally fade out. It’s been eight years of distance, separation and heartbreak but still the presence of the bond still lived quietly beneath my ribs, a faint

My eyes never left her. I promised myself that I was going to kept my distance so I wouldn’t intrude in her life, so I wouldn’t disrupt the life she is rebuilding for herself, but the truth was simpler but so much harder to face; I just couldn’t stay away. The bind constantly tugged at me, it was a quiet but relentless pull that kept dragging me back to her wake.Ella moved through the city with that calm, self-assured grace that had always been able to keep me humble and also infuriate me. Every step she took, every polite nod she gave to strangers were a constant reminder of everything I had failed to protect, what I had lost but still couldn’t let go of. For weeks, I shadowed her. Not just out of obsession, although I would be lying if I say there wasn’t a small piece of me that didn’t feel that way but it was mostly out of necessity. She had started her clinic and been able to build her independence. And I watched from the margins, knowing that any misstep on my part could push

I used to think strength meant keeping my distance, being able to stand apart, steel-spined and unshakable, I had become the alpha who didn’t flinch and didn’t feel too deeply. That lie held up right until the night I lost Ella. After that, every day became a reminder of how wrong I’d been.The wolves in the pack whispered it like a warning: He isn’t the same since Ella left. Their assumption isn’t all wrong. Something had been carved out from me, something that felt essential to me.And now she was in danger again, all because of Sasha and myself.For weeks now, I’ve been shadowing Ella whenever she travelled between her clinic and the tiny city home she refused to move out of. She said it made her feel normal and independent. And it did—right up until the night the rogue Sasha had hired lunged for her behind the dumpster by the back alley. I got there in time only because I’d been trailing her like some lovesick wolf. Not exactly dignified, but damn it, necessary.I still saw Ella’s