All Chapters of GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Cole’s POV)The morning light filtered through the cabin window, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. I lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling, muscles tense, heart pounding. Sleep had evaded me, leaving only a fog of regret and the insistent pulse of the bond that now bound me to Ella in ways I could not fully comprehend.I rolled onto my side, reaching for the whiskey bottle I had left on the nightstand, only to pause mid-motion. The bond thrummed faintly, a whisper of life beneath my skin, delicate but undeniable. My stomach twisted. Her secret—it was not just her strength, her resolve, or her quiet demeanor anymore. Something had shifted in her, and I felt it with every fiber of my being.The truth pressed on me, heavy and unrelenting. Ella was carrying my child. The awareness hit like a tidal wave, and I could not deny it. My pulse quickened, chest tightening as a mix of guilt, awe, and fear collided inside me. I had been forced into this union, igno

(Ella’s POV)The morning light filtered softly through my bedroom window, illuminating the pages of my sketchbook where wildflowers danced across the paper in careful strokes. Normally, these quiet hours brought me peace, a meditative escape from the chaos of the pack and the constant whispers of resentment that clung to me like a shadow. But today, the tranquility felt fragile, it was as if the air itself carried a weight I couldn’t shake.I traced a finger along the edge of the page, my thoughts refusing to settle. The test in my hand from the night before still burned in my memory, the stark lines confirming what I had hoped to deny: I was truly pregnant. My fingers trembled as I imagined the life growing within me, a life born from the union I had not chosen, bound to a man who had never truly wanted me.The bond thrummed beneath my skin, it was subtle but insistent, a pulse that mirrored my growing unease. Through it, I sensed him—Cole. I felt the pull of his presence even in the

(Cole’s POV)The first rays of dawn cut through the window blinds, it sliced light right across the cabin in thing golden slashes. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, I began tracing the familiar knots and staring at them as if they could offer me answers to question I had churning within me. The thought of the life growing inside her should have been able to anchor me, should have been able to keep me steadied. Instead it felt like chains, that only tightened around my chest.Guilt flickered across me like a candle in the wind. I had made promises, even sworn that I would always protect her. And yet, I had break the promise I made. Sasha’s shadow still lingered in the corners of my mind, and despite my determination, despite the bond and the life I had helped create, I had still sought her out. I had let myself be drawn into her web, even when every fiber of me screamed that it was wrong.I sat up, running a hand through my hair, eyes narrowing as I thought of the mornings spen

(Cole’s POV)The morning light barely touched the edges of the cabin, and I lay in the quiet, I was staring at the ceiling like it held the answers that I’m desperately in need of. My body felt heavy, it was just weighed down by fatigue but also by the chaos I had created. The guilt, the jealousy, Sasha’s pull on me. It had all coiled inside me, it could be compared to a serpent I just couldn’t shake. Every heartbeat reminded me of the bond, of Ella, of the life growing within her. And yet, my instincts and my past whispered that I was still hers not just in body but also in heart, or so I thought. I pushed myself upright, jaw tight, muscles tense. The memory of Jasper kneeling beside Ella yesterday was still etched in my mind, how gentle he had been, how he had guided her hands while she sketched, how his laugh had made her smile in a way I could never be able to. My chest tightened. The reason why it hurt so much, is what I can help but wonder, I couldn’t help but wonder why a simp

(Ella POV)The mornings had begun to feel different. It wasn’t just brighter or exactly softer but in ways I couldn’t explain the day felt heavier. The scent of apples lingered in the cabin now, bowls of them placed on the kitchen counter, one was perched on the table in an awkward manner just as if Cole had dropped it there and forgotten about it.I traced my fingers over the smooth skin of the nearest one, it looked so deep it looked like a bruise against the pale wood. I should have smiled at the gesture. I wanted to but with the distance he had been displaying, something coiled too tight beneath the surface. Each time he handed me one, his eyes would soften for a moment, then flicker away, shadowed.More than I would love to admit, It unsettled me.The cabin was quiet, save for the faint creak of the wood in the wind. My stomach fluttered—sometimes with queasiness, sometimes with nerves. I pressed a hand against it now, almost unconsciously. It was still too early for anything to