All Chapters of The Second Chance Werewolf: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

About everything…” I trailed off. “The attack. The prophecy." I continued, my voice dipping lower. Nikolai was silent. "I think something’s coming, Nik. And I think we might be in the middle of it."He was quiet and still. He didn’t try to convince me otherwise like he normally did. He just nodded, his thumb brushing over my knuckles."That’s why we have to stay ahead of it. I have Kyle reinforcing security around the pack house, and the empire. Nothing is getting past me ever again.” He brushed some loose strands of hair off my face.“And we will put an end to whatever is behind all this."I held his hand as he held unto my face. “I'm scared Nik. I thought I could act otherwise but I'm scared.” I was fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall any moment. He held my eyes with a faint smile on his face.I knew he hated seeing me like this. But I didn't know who else I could be this vulnerable with, if not him.“I know, but you have nothing to worry about. Not about Ivan, or

Nikolai's PovI stood by the tall window in my study, the glass chilled under my fingertips. A whole week had passed since the horrific events of Alexei's birthday, and yet the shadows of that night still lingered heavily across the empire.The memory of my parents choking, blood spilling from their mouths, and the swift assassination of Alpha Ryne plagued my every thought. The celebration had turned into chaos, and the unity I had hoped to foster among the packs had fractured into tension and uncertainty.Council members had begun whispering about weaknesses in leadership. Rumors spiraled quickly through the territories, each more exaggerated than the last.I had to act, not just to secure my position, but to get to the bottom of the betrayal that had unfolded from right under my roof.I turned to Kyle, who stood just behind me, arms folded, eyes sharp, scanning the papers spread across the table."How many times have you gone over the foot

Alexei's PovI stood by the wide arched window of the pack house, watching the morning sun bathe the garden in gold. I hadn’t had a full night of sleep since the party.Everything still felt like a slow-moving nightmare, one that tainted even the sweetest moments, like my birthday. I rested my hand lightly against the cool windowpane and took a breath. My thoughts were beginning to tangle again, an endless loop of questions with no real answers.Nikolai had been extremely quiet that morning. He had left early to continue the investigation. I couldn't ask too many questions. I knew the weight of the crown on his head, and how much more this betrayal cost him personally. But the distance between us lately was something I couldn't ignore either. I knew that it wasn't intentional from either of us. But I felt there was something he wasn’t telling me.Behind me, the pack house was slowly waking. I could hear Kate humming in the kitchen, the soft th

Alexei's PovThe whole room was calm. Only the cackling of the fires could be held against the quietness of the room.Nikolai got the bundle of drawing papers, my fingers brushed his as he accepted them. Gold borders around his eyes blinked in the evening light as I saw him settle back onto the armchair near the fireplace. I observed him. Though his expression was unintelligible, I could see as he turned the pages that the lines of concentration settled deep across his brow. As I waited, not knowing what to expect, my heart beat thumpingly. Approval, concern, perhaps even perplexity.He stopped on the fifth drawing.That was the one that had most unsettling me. Drawn from memory, a rough symbol I had seen in a dream but felt more like a remembrance buried too deep to retrieve precisely. Like something etched on the ruins we saw during our time in the south, the symbol looked archaic, nearly Greek.As Nikolai stared at his jaw, it tightened; he let

Nikolai's PovKyle was already waiting for me at the throne room, reports in hand.“No movement from Enrique,” he said. “He’s been keeping a low profile since the party. Almost too low.”He handed the reports to me. We both sat down.“He’s hiding something,” I muttered.We poured over surveillance data, supply logs, financial records, anything we could access without alarming the council. But so far, everything came up clean.A little too clean.“He’s covering his tracks,” Kyle said.I nodded. “Then we look at everyone close to him. Staff, old allies, anyone who could be acting as a proxy.”Kyle nodded.We sent scouts to monitor entrances and exits in Enrique’s estate, flagged communication patterns, and reviewed shipping records for suspicious imports. It was only a matter of time before we found something.Because we had t