Alle Kapitel von Alpha：No Second Chance: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Bastien’s perspectiveThe heavy oak door of the bedroom swung shut with a thud. I stood in the center of the room, staring at the empty space. Suddenly, my chest tightened. It hurt more than I expected. I staggered toward the large bed and fell onto the mattress. I did not take off my suit jacket. I did not kick off my heavy boots. I just lay there while the pain moved through my limbs. My body felt extremely heavy.It was impossible. I could not believe what I had seen with my own eyes. Angel was with Kian. She had stood next to him and looked at me like I was a stranger. No, it was worse than that. She looked at me like I was something she wanted to throw away. "She is just trying to hurt me," I said into the pillow. I rolled onto my back and stared at the white ceiling. I watched the moonlight move across the wall.I told myself that Angel was acting. She was mad about Lilian. She was mad about the factory and the way I had handled the pack business. This was her way of getting e

Lilian's povBastien came to me the evening after the press conference with questions he already didn't want the answers to.He sat across from me and asked about the factory workers, including the allegations. He kept his voice even and his face neutral and I could see the effort it took.I let him finish before I pressed my hand to my chest and softened my breathing."I've put money into disability welfare for three years," I said. "You've seen the accounts yourself." I looked at him steadily. "You know what this is. You know exactly who benefits from people believing these things about me."He sat with that for a moment.I waited. The factory owner had been dead for two days.I had moved the moment Beta confirmed the arrest. The people I used for that kind of work were expensive and careful and didn't leave anything behind. The man had been in holding less than forty-eight hours when the guards found him. Angel could wave her footage at every camera in the city, without the facto

Angel's povThe party was loud and warm and exactly what Dana had insisted I needed.She had shown up at my door that afternoon with two of our old academy friends, Mira and Soo, who I hadn't seen properly in almost two years and told me I was coming out whether I felt like it or not. I had looked at the three of them standing in the doorway and understood that this was not a discussion.The venue was a rooftop in the commercial district. My own wolf had relaxed within the first hour, drawn out by familiar scents and the uncomplicated pleasure of being somewhere with no agenda.Mira found a table near the edge and we sat with our drinks while Soo argued with Dana about something that had started as a disagreement about food and had expanded into a broader philosophical dispute. I was watching the city lights below and not thinking about very much when Mira's phone buzzed.She picked it up. Her expression changed."Angel," she said.Something in her voice made me look over.She turned

Angel's povI froze in place, looking at the scratches on her arms and then at her tense little face, lowered my voice as steadily as possible and asked: "Lily, tell Auntie, did you two fight? Who started it first?"She immediately looked out the window, her fingertips clutching the corner of her clothes tightly, refusing to look at me. I called her gently again: "Lily, don't be afraid, just tell the truth, Auntie won't blame you." She hesitated for a long time, shook her head slowly, then nodded slightly."Auntie, I started it first."At that moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze instantly. Lilian frowned unconsciously, mocking that Lily had been led astray by me, making such a young child know how to hit people. Bastien also sneered at me, just like before—as if I had always been a venomous woman who instigated children to do bad things.But I believed Lily was not that kind of child, so I encouraged her to tell the truth.Lily sniffled, her eyes a little red, but stil

Angel's povKian and I had started seeing each other more often after that day.At first, I told myself it was only because of work and the things happening around the pack. But slowly, being with him started to feel less like work. He would ask if I had eaten. He would send someone to pick me up when it was late. He listened when I spoke and never made me feel like I was talking too much.I did not know exactly when my feelings changed. I only knew that I had started looking forward to seeing him.That evening, he asked me to come over for dinner.I thought someone in the house would prepare the food, but I was surprised when I entered the kitchen and found Kian standing at the stove. A navy blue apron was tied over his dress shirt, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows. He was slicing carrots on the wooden board with clean, steady movements.Kian stood at the stove, a navy blue apron tied over his dress shirt. He sliced carrots against the wooden board. I leaned against the doo