GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Cole POVBefore I get into the clinic, I had rehearse the words I wanted to say on my way to the clinic. I didn't say the words out loud. That would make it seem so real too soon. But still they loop in my head, colliding with old memories and newer fears until I’m gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary.It’s just a question. She's free to say no which she probably will. But still that doesn't me from trying. The bell above the clinic door chimes when I step inside, and the familiar mix of antiseptic and herbal tea washes over me. It’s late afternoon which is my favourite time to come visiting. There are fewer patients presen. By this time, Ella is usually relaxed a little, the rigid lines on her shoulders having esse up as the day winds down.She looks up from the counter, pen paused mid note.“You’re late,” she says.She didn't say it in an annoyed or accusing manner. Just in an observant way. “Traffic,” I reply, shrugging out of my jacket. “And I stopped to pick up th

Cole POVAfter noon, a call came in. The moment my phone vibrates, I know it's an important call because it's from Tyler. He doesn't call me unless it's of utmost importance. I step from the training ring, ignoring the curious glances of the younger wolves as I swipe to answer.away“I'm listening," I say.“We've gotten it," Tyler says without preamble.My breath stills. The world narrows to the sound of his voice and the distant clang of metal behind me. “Gotten what?”“Enough,” he replies. “I've gotten enough documents, witness statement, financial tramsfers.The healer Sasha paid off finally cracked and exposed everything to us." For a long moment, I just couldn't utter a word. Sasha.Her name still tastes like rust and regret. It felt like a wound that has never quite heal, just got scarred badly. She stood beside me while poisoning my marriage. The woman who had manipulated me into neglecting Ella. “You’re sure?” I ask, though I already know the answer.“Yes,” Tyler says firm

Cole POVMore times than I could count, I have stood before the pack members. I've stood As an alpha, as heir and as a son. I have given orders, settled disputes, delivered judgments beneath the same carved beams of the pack hall. In this very place, I've felt grief, fear, anger and even pride. But nothing has weighed me down like this. Tonight the hall is full. Every bench is being occupied, every wall liked up with wolves who have followed my family for generations past.The air hums with low conversation, confusion flickering through the bond as they sense my tension. Beneath my skin, my wolf paces, urging me forward and warning me at the same time. All of this ends this night. Sasha stands near the center, close to Lena, her posture relaxed, her expression carefully composed. She wears innocence like she wears an armor, her chin lifted up, eyes bright, lips curved in a faint, confident smile. She believes she is still in ownership of this room. For years now, she actually di

COLE POV‎After Ella says she loves me, I just couldn't move a muscle. ‎The words hang in the clearing like something holy—fragile, luminous, terrifying in their power. Most of my life, I've faced rogues, rebellion, and judgment beneath this moon, but nothing has ever struck me as deeply as her confession.‎She's finally been able to forgive me.‎Not blindly. Not foolishly. But deliberately.‎My chest feels too tight, it feels like my heart has forgotten how to beat in the proper way. I've imagined how this moment will go but in a hundred different ways, I had imagined her silence, her turning away even her silence but i had never this, never imagined the quiet strength in her voice. ‎I stare at her like if I should blink she might vanish.‎“Ella,” I breathe, her name breaking from my chest like a vow.‎Her eyes shine with tears, but she refuse to flinch, and she stands steady, she is no longer the girl that once trusted so easily, not the woman who ran while in pieces. ‎This is

COLE POV ‎The night smells like pine, bonfire smoke, and something sweeter—anticipation, maybe. Or hope. I stand at the edge of the sacred clearing, dressed not as the alpha who had once to get married only out of obligation, but as a man who has chosen his mate with open eyes and an heart that wasn't burdened. ‎The moon is full.‎The elders insisted, murmuring about balance and renewal, about endings that deserve proper beginnings. This isn't a wedding that's done to patch up old wounds, but a wedding that's meant to honor survival.‎The pack gathers in a wide circle, their voices filled with excitement, an excitement that vibrates through the ground and into my bones. Lanterns glow between the trees, gold light mingling with moon-silver, casting shadows that dance like living things. Drums beat softly—slow, reverent—echoing a rhythm as old as the pack itself.‎I inhale, steadying myself.‎I have stood before them before, but then my heart was clenched with resentment and confusi