All Chapters of Alpha：No Second Chance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dana's povI pushed him with everything I had left.My palms slammed against his chest, my nails scraping fabric and skin. He staggered back half a step, just half before his hand shot out and grabbed the hem of my shirt. The fabric tore. His wolf claws came out, shredding what remained, and his hands were on me and I screamed and fought and none of it mattered because I had nothing left.He threw me onto the bed.I called out to Angel through our mental link, pouring everything into it — the fear, the pain, the desperation. I didn't know if she could still hear me across the distance. I just knew I couldn't bear this alone.Angel. Please.Tiffany threw herself at him from across the room, her small frame shaking, both hands grabbing his arm."Stop — please, just stop, she can't—"The slap sent her into the wall. She slid down and didn't get up. She hadn't eaten properly in days. None of us had.I looked at her on the floor and felt the guilt layer over everything else."Wait," I sa

Angel’s POVThe broker. The documents that looked legitimate. What the factory was actually for. What they had done to her and the others during those three days. I held her hand and listened and kept my face still.By the end I was certain. The way Dana had been targeted, the specific agency, the method — it all pointed to Lilian. I would not let the factory owner walk away from this.Kian came in the afternoon and sat across from me."My investigation found a direct connection between the agency's financing and Lilian," he said. "The factory owner and the broker who approached Dana — my men dealt with both of them last night. Fish barrels. The same conditions they put Dana in."I thought about what Dana had described. Three days of it."Good," I said."Everyone else involved will pay too," he said."Kian, stop. Leave the rest to the police. If you keep going—""Not one person who touched Dana will walk away." His voice was quiet but the weight behind it was absolute. "Not one. I wil

Angel's povBy morning, my name was everywhere.I made the mistake of scrolling through it while the kettle boiled. Within two minutes I had read enough to understand that whoever put that post together had done their work carefully. The comments were angry. People were sharing it with their own additions, each retelling making me worse than the last.Someone had dug up an old photograph of me and Bastien at a pack event and cropped it to look like I was gripping his arm against his will. Another account had posted a supposed transcript of a conversation between me and Lillian where I threatened her. I didn't recognize a single word of it.By the time I set my phone face-down on the counter, the trending tag had climbed to second position. By the time Lily came padding out of her room in her school socks, rubbing sleep from her eyes and asking if there was toast, it had reached the top.The comments had stopped being about the story and had become something else entirely.She should b

Angel's povThe northern border problem had been building for three weeks before Kian placed the reports in front of me.I was still assigned as a tutor, handling theory sessions and training younger wolves. But over the past week, Kian had been sending me patrol logs and terrain reports to review after hours.A rival pack had been testing the boundary markers along the ridge. Not full incursions. Small probing runs, pulling back before proper engagement.Rael’s unit had handled that corridor before. Without them, the gap was already showing.Two nights ago, after I returned another set of notes, Kian looked through them and asked, “If you had to fix this, how would you do it?”I answered. The next morning, he had me stand in front of the patrol units.“Temporary instruction,” he said. “You’ll follow her plan.”Some of them looked doubtful. I understood why. I had no rank. On paper, I was just a tutor, but Kian did not explain further. That was enough.I spent two days studying the te

Angel's Pov I heard my name from behind. I was mid-conversation with Sera's cousin, one of the unit leads who had started warming to me after the northern corridor operation, and I finished what I was saying before I turned around.He was standing a few feet away with Elijah beside him, and it took me a moment to recalibrate to the fact that he was here, in this restaurant, at this specific dinner.Elijah looked at me with the easy condescension of someone who had never needed to be careful with me and had no plans to start. "Didn't expect to see you still standing," he said pleasantly. "Heard the pack wasn't exactly rolling out the welcome mat."I didn't answer him.Kian had gone still beside me, all his attention suddenly and completely reorganized toward the situation."Kian," Bastien said, "She's a married woman. Whatever arrangement you've made here — it's not appropriate.""Interesting position," Kian said. "From a man who spent the better part of a year walking into events wit