บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Marina's PovThat night, Damon came to my room through the connecting door.We'd left it unlocked since that first night weeks ago, but he always knocked before entering. Tonight he didn't knock, just walked in and sat on the edge of my bed like he belonged there.I was sitting by the window, watching the moon rise over the pack grounds."Can we talk?" he asked."About what?""About Elena. About the challenge. About us."I turned to face him. The conversation felt different somehow, easier than our recent talks. The tension that had been building between us for days was gone."I pushed too hard," Damon said quietly. "With the plan, with Marcus, with everything. I didn't understand how deep your trauma goes. How complicated your feelings are about the people who hurt you.""I held back," I admitted. "I was afraid of being vulnerable. Afraid if I let you all the way in, you'd have the power to destroy me like they did.""I would never –""I know that now. I do. But fear isn't logical."

Marina's PovI led the group through Shadowmoon forest using paths I'd memorized years ago.Secret servant routes that cut through dense trees and undergrowth, paths the warriors never bothered to patrol because only the lowest pack members used them. I'd walked these trails hundreds of times, hauling firewood or water or supplies while trying to stay invisible.Now I walked them at the head of thirty warriors, leading an invasion.Every tree triggered memories. The oak where I'd hidden once when Alia was hunting for me with her friends. The fallen log I'd sat on to rest when carrying loads too heavy for my malnourished body. The creek where I'd washed blood from my hands after a particularly bad day.Six years ago I'd run through these woods broken and alone, believing I'd die in the forest rather than face one more day of abuse.Now I was back with an army.We moved quietly, staying off the main routes. Damon had positioned scouts ahead to watch for patrols, but I knew Shadowmoon's

Marina's PovWe made it back to the cave without being detected.Everyone gathered around as I reported everything we'd seen. The layout of the pack house, guard positions at every entrance, the exact number of wolves I'd counted. And Alia with Ryan, the abuse I'd witnessed.Damon listened carefully, his expression thoughtful as he adjusted our plan based on the new information."Can we really pull this off?" I asked quietly. "Against three hundred warriors?""We don't have to fight three hundred," Damon said. "Just Marcus. Once he's dead, the rest will either submit or scatter. Most of those warriors are mercenaries Marcus hired or allies who'll leave once they see their benefactor fall.""And if they don't?""Then we fight our way out."His confidence should have reassured me but I could see the tension in his shoulders and the calculation in his eyes. This was more dangerous than any of us had expected.As the group dispersed to prepare, tensions rose among the warriors.I heard wh

Marina's PovI dragged Alia through the garden, my shoulder screaming in pain from the fall.Guards were chasing us, shouting orders to each other. I could hear Ryan roaring from the window above, ordering them to catch us.There was only one way to go.Forward, into the great hall where hundreds of wolves were gathered.I kicked open the side door and pulled Alia through, bursting into the celebration.The music stopped instantly. Every head turned to stare.I stood there bleeding from dozens of glass cuts, my servant uniform torn and dirty. Alia was crying, her expensive dress ripped, blood running down her face. Guards came rushing in behind us.Complete chaos erupted.Then Damon stepped into the hall through the main entrance.He walked forward calmly with ten of our warriors flanking him, moving through the shocked crowd like he owned the place. His eyes found mine across the room and something passed between us.I dragged Alia to his side, shoving her down to her knees.Damon st

Marina's PovI stared at the papers spread across Marcus's desk, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold them.Birth certificate: Marina Elena Rodriguez. Born to Alpha Marcus Rodriguez and Katherine Elena Rodriguez. Date of birth listed clearly.Adoption papers dated seven years later when I was supposedly three. But the math didn't add up.Letters from my mother, Katherine, begging Marcus to reconsider something. Her handwriting was elegant and desperate.Photographs of a woman with silver hair exactly like mine, holding a baby with the same coloring.My mother.But that was impossible. Marcus had always said I was orphaned, found alone after my parents died when I was three. That he and Diane had saved me out of kindness.The documents told a completely different story.I read through more papers frantically, piecing together the truth I'd never known.Katherine Rodriguez wasn't Marcus's mate. She was his sister-in-law, married to his brother Thomas. Thomas was an Alpha of a s