Todos os capítulos de GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

(Ella’s POV)The morning broke with a thin veil of mist curling between the trees, softening the edges of the world. Ella sat on the edge of her bed, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she watched the pale light seep through the cabin window. Her body begged her for more rest, but her mind refused to take the luxury. Sleep had become a fragile thing, easily disturbed by the heavy weight pressing on her chest each night—the mate bond’s silent pull, the murmur of whispers that never truly left her.So she reached towards her sketchbook. The pencil scratched faintly against the page, sketching petals and stems with careful strokes. There were wildflowers again, their roots stretching longer than before, they twisted so deep into the soil. Once, Her hand had trembled, but she had manage to keep it steady, pressing harder until the lines were all bold and dark. If she could not control the bond, or Cole, or the cruel mouths of the pack, then this is what she could definitely contr

(Sasha’s POV)Sasha leaned against the railing of the pack house balcony, her fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the polished wood. Below her, the courtyard bustled with activity, wolves carrying tools, younger pups darting in and out of training yards, the air thick with the scent of sweat and pine. But Sasha’s eyes weren’t on them, instead they were fixed on Ella.The little human moved through the courtyard with a basket balanced on her hip. Despite the whispers circling all around her like smoke, her steps were still steady. Normally, Sasha would have smirked, she would have expected to see her flinch, shrink, or even disappear into herself the way she had always done. But this morning… something was clearly different.Ella didn’t falter or cower.Instead she carried herself with her head held up high, when the whispers became sharp, her gaze remained calm. She didn’t fight back, she didn’t bite back— at least not exactly—but she didn’t cower either.Sasha grip on th

(Ella’s POV)The pack-house corridors felt narrower these days. Every time Ella walked through them, it was as if the walls leaned closer, the shadows deeper, the whispers sharper.They thought she didn’t hear them, but she actually did.“She’ll never be able to last.”“Human blood can’t lead us.”“Cole deserves better than to be bond to her, a mere human.”The words clung to her skin like burrs, impossible to shake. She learned to keep her gaze low, to smile politely, to slip into corners where their eyes couldn’t cut so deep at her. But the whispers still followed, when she pressed over her pillow at night, the words still curled into her ears.Still, each morning Ella rose. She forced herself to braid her hair, to wash her face, to take measured breaths and step into the day. Because to stop acting untouched by their words, would be she admitting defeat and in her lifetime, she has done enough surrendering in her life, now she refuse to do that again.That morning, she join

(Cole’s POV)The whiskey still burned on his tongue.Cole strode through the darkened corridors of the pack house, his hands balled into fists, the bond tugging at his chest like a leash he could never be able to break free from. He hated it. Hated the way it dragged him back to her door no matter how many times he swore he wouldn’t go back there. He hated the way her scent—soft, human, fragile—lingered in his lungs even now, even after he had spat his bitterness in her face.Tonight, He had seen the way she looked at him. He gaze were calm,steady, unflinching. She hadn’t shouted back at him. She hadn’t even wept. She just stood there, small and breakable, and told him the truth he which he couldn’t deny.I never thought you did.Her voice echoed in his skull.Damn her for being correct.He wanted to drown the memory in another glass, but no amount of liquor could blur the sharp sting of guilt he was feeling. Because as much as he despised this union, despised fate for shackling

(Cole’s POV)When Cole crossed the sparring yard, it was alive with noise of warriors training. His boots crunched against the packed dirt. Warriors lunged and clashed in the morning frost, their grunts echoing beneath the tall pines. To anyone watching, he looked every inch the Alpha’s heir—his shoulders squared, his jaw tight, his stride unyielding.But beneath his skin, the bond throbbed like a bruise.Ella.This morning, He could feel her steadiness. It was muted but it was real and it unsettled him. For weeks now, he had watched her wilt under Sasha’s sneers, under his own venom. Yet now, something was finally changing. She wasn’t breaking down. She was… holding on to her ground.The thought irritated him more than it should have.He passed two warriors who were resting by the rail. Their voices dropped, but not fast enough.“Poor girl,” one muttered. “Thrown to him like scraps.”“Scraps?” the other scoffed. “She’s lucky. He could’ve rejected her. Alpha’s blood doesn’t bel