GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

COLE POVThe moment I stepped into the pack hall, the atmosphere hit me like a punch to the chest. Half of the wolves in the room were glaring at me with with an outrage that was barely concealed while the other half stared at me with uncertainty. More than I had expected, Sasha lies had worked much faster. Her performance was perfect, every year she shed, every faltering word, every tremor in her voice had been calculated to make us all have doubt and some of my pack members have fallen for this act.I clenched my fists at my sides, taking a slow, steadying breath. All of this wasn’t about pride, it was all about doing the right thing, it was all about Ella.And I wasn’t going to let anyone be able to evidence her fate.“Cole,” snarled one of the older warriors near the front, “you need to banish her. You are already aware of what she’s capable of doing, she poisoned your father the previous alpha and now she’s back in our midst. She dangerous, you got to exile her!”I fixed him with

COLE POVThe air in the pack hall felt heavier than usual. It’s been days since the meeting, but still tension lingered like a storm cloud that refused to move. I paced outside the wooden doors, fists clenched at my sides, and tried to focus on what mattered, on getting the truth and get justice for for Ella.She had been forced to leave the pack because of the chaos Sasha sowed. The whispers, the doubt, the fear were all enough to be able to push her out. And I couldn’t forgive myself for letting that happen, even if I hadn’t had all the facts then.But now I did.I held a folder in my hands, thick with paper and screenshots. Texts from Sasha’s hired man, receipts from covert payments, timestamps that proved manipulation, even confessions from lower-level rogues who had grown tired of being used as pawns. Each page screamed the same truth: Sasha had been the one to orchestrate everything. Every rumor, every incident, every threat against Ella’s life, every ounce of chaos in the pack—

COLE POVThe city never felt quiet anymore. Not since Sasha had begun plotting, not since she had learned how to be able to manipulate the pack’s loyalties. For days now, my guts had been screaming at me, a low, insistent thrum of warning that I just couldn’t ignore. I had been able to track down her movements, followed whispers, and I’ve been able to piece together the next havoc she had already started creating and I know without a shred of doubt, that she would strike once again.Ella. That was who she wants to to target now. My mind’s eye could already picture the scene unfolding, I could imagine Sasha smiling in triumphant, with rogues at her back, orchestrating another attack. The thought of Ella in danger made my chest tighten, my blood roar in my veins. I had warned myself not to underestimate her, yet every time she moved, every time she schemed, she proved to even be much more dangerous than I could imagine. I clenched my fists, pacing in the small apartment where I had sta

Ella POVThe relief I felt doesn't come quietly. The moment that Cole's eyes open, it immediately crashed into me,it felt so sharp and sudden that it felt like my knees were about to give out but I didn't allow that to happen. I’ve spent too much time trying to hold myself together, I held myself through the blood and the fear of stitching Cole all up and I refused to fall apart till now. Still, my chest aches like something inside it has finally unclenched after years of being held too tight.He’s alive.Over and over those words kept repeating in my head, it felt like a prayer that I didn't know I was saying. On the outside, I tried to stay sharp and controlled. That way it felt much easier. If I allow for him to see how close I had come to breaking apart, I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop. So I scold him and tell him not to move. I focus on bandages and breathing and the steady rhythm of his heart instead of the way my hands still remember how his blood felt soaking into

Ella POVI lie to myself that I don't await his arrival. Every morning, I unlock the clinic door, flick on the lights, and set the kettle to boil with the same practiced routine I’ve built over years. I check the appointment board. I count supplies. I breathe in antiseptic and eucalyptus and remind myself that this place only exist because I had built it with my sweat and determination, patient by patient without him being present. And still.By the time the clock creeps past nine, my attention keeps drifting towards the door, even more than it should. I pretend it’s part of the norm, I pretend that I'm only doing that just to stay vigilant. I tell myself that I'm only being cautious because of the kind of patients I get. But when the bell finally chimes, my chest always tightens.Cole.He never barges in, never throws his weight around the way the old alpha’s son would have. He carefully opens the doo, like he is scared that the noise might hurt someone, and then he pauses by the