All Chapters of GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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

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