บททั้งหมดของ GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Even as Cole left his parent’s cabin he could barely feel the cold. The cold hit him, so sharp but he barely made a flinch. The words his father spoke to him still resounded in his head.*You let her go.You weren’t present.She nearly died alone.*For eyes, he hasn’t cried not even at funerals of those close to him but now he could feel tears burning behind his eyes, it felt hot and humiliating. He scrubbed them away with the back of his hand and sucked in a shaky breath.He needed to find answers and he needs to get the bottom of all of this.And there was only one person who held pieces of that truth. Sasha.Just like he knew she will always be, he spotted her near the training grounds like she always was, she looked alive and loud, she was surrounded by people who mistook her confidence for strength. She laughed at something one of the boys said, tossing her hair over her shoulder, the picture of carefree beauty.She behaved as if nothing had happened.She acted as if she isn’

My father, the alpha’s health had been deteriorating for months, the once-imposing leader now a shadow of his former self. The pack had gotten restless under his fading authority, whispers of instability already creeping through the ranks. And when the inevitable finally happened and he died, I found myself standing at the threshold of leadership, the mantle heavy on my shoulders and heavier still with the weight of my own failures.I had not expected it to feel like this. The pack looked to me, their eyes filled with anticipation, respect, even fear. But beneath the mask of authority that I wore, my body betrayed me. Without any prior warning whatsoever, Headaches would flare up, weakness gnawed at my limbs, and every step carried the echo of the bond that’s been severed.The office that had once belonged to my father now felt like a cage. The scent of aged leather and inked parchment filled the air, reminders of the expectations I could never seem to fully meet. Now I have risen to

I had never understood the full weight of the idle gossip that drifted all through the pack halls, At first the gossip were faint, there were the kind of idle gossip that fades as quickly as it came. But as the hours passed, the gossips only grew sharper, threading through every corner of the manor, every conversation I walked past.“Ella’s unstable.““She’s not herself.““She’s become dangerous for the pack.“Each phrase landed like a stone dropped into my chest, sinking deep until the pressure made it hard to breathe. By the time I sat down on the bench outside the training grounds, the sunlight above felt merciless—too bright, too exposing.I told myself that their gossips meant nothing. That the pack had no idea of what they were talking about. They hadn’t told myself it was nothing. The pack didn’t know what they were talking about. They hadn’t seen what I had seen, they hadn’t seen the strength that lies beneath the grief, the resolve Ella carried even through the pain. But e

The city is nothing like the forests I knew, it’s has nothing in common with Silver Claw Pack territory that I now rule, it felt nothing like the world where every scent, every shadow, every whisper felt familiar. And despite me feeling uncomfortable, I am here stepping carefully through the busy streets, each footsteps heavy with anticipation and unease.I'd heard news of her life, information of what she’s been able to accomplish all by herself. But being able to see all of this in reality is something that is something entirely different.---The clinic stands modest but impressive, its glass doors reflecting the late-afternoon sun. As I step inside I could smell the scent of the antiseptic around, I could hear the low hum of activity going all around. And then I finally see her.She moves with so much precision, efficiency, and confidence. Every gesture that she makes is deliberate, every word measured. The nameplate on the desk reads Dr. Elara Vance. My heart slams in my chest.

The clinic smelled of antiseptic and determination, yet it still felt suffocating to Cole, it felt like the air itself was conspiring to remind him of everything he had lost. He had stepped inside hoping to get a chance, but the mere sight of her, all composed and untouchable was enough to steal his breath away.Ella. Now Elara, but she’s still the same girl who had haunted his thoughts for eight long years. Her eyes, though sharp and cold, pinned him in place as if she could see through him, past every apology, every excuse, every justification he had rehearsed on his way coming, in the taxi, on the streets outside.“I… I know I’m not deserving of your forgiveness,”he began, voice thick with emotion, faltering on each word. His hands, which are always steady on a norm and commanding as an alpha, trembled slightly at his sides. “But I… I still need to try my best. There is something I need to tell you… I truly I’m sorry. I know I failed you. I—God, I know I failed you even in words th