All Chapters of The Alpha’s Second Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

FIVE YEARS LATER----"Scalpel."Joshua’s voice didn’t wobble. It was a flat, surgical blade of sound that cut through the rhythmic beep-hiss of the ventilator. The overhead lights bounced off the chrome, stabbing at his retinas. Under the blue drape, the patient—Alpha Silas of the Red River—was a mountain of sliced meat and broken ribs."Dr. J, his BP is tanking. Eighty over forty," the anesthesiologist barked."I know. Shut up and keep him under." Joshua jammed two fingers into the Alpha’s chest cavity, searching for the nicked artery. Hot, metallic-smelling blood flooded over his latex gloves, soaking into his sleeves. "Clamps. Now!"The nurse scrambled. The metal clicked. The geyser of blood died down to a sluggish ooze. Joshua worked with a frantic, rhythmic precision, his hands weaving through the gore. He didn't think about the fact that this man could snap his neck with one hand. He didn't think about the scent of Alpha pheromones filling the room, trying to trigger a submissio

"Who are you? Seriously. Put the chart down."Helen Harrington stood in the center of the sterilized hallway, her fingers trembling against the silk of her pearls. She looked older. Gray hair streaked through the chestnut waves that used to be her pride. Her eyes, wet and wide, scanned Joshua’s face like she was trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces.Joshua didn't flinch. He adjusted the stethoscope around his neck, the metal cold against his skin. "I'm the surgeon you hired, Mrs. Harrington. Dr. J. Now, if you’ll move, I have a schedule to keep.""No." She stepped closer, her breath hitching. "The way you tilt your head... your eyes. You look just like him. My Joshua. My son."Joshua’s stomach did a slow, nauseating roll. He remembered the last time he’d seen this woman. She’d turned her back on him while Richard dragged Bianca away, her silence a sharp blade that helped carve out his heart."Your son is dead, Mrs. Harrington. I’m from a distant lineage out of the northern ter

"Hold still. If you twitch, I’ll nick the femoral artery and you’ll bleed out on my boots."Joshua leaned over the sentry, the sterile LED overheads reflecting in his safety goggles. The wolf, a massive brute named Kael, gripped the edges of the metal exam table until the steel groaned and buckled under his claws. A jagged shard of silver-tipped rebar was buried four inches into his thigh. The wound hissed, the flesh around it bubbling and black."Doc, it stings like a bitch," Kael wheezed, sweat matting his hairline.Joshua didn't answer. He didn't waste breath on comfort. He centered himself. He reached deep into the place where his wolf used to howl and pulled at the warmth buried in his marrow. His palms began to glow. It wasn't a flare; it was a soft, steady pulse of pale gold light that seeped through his latex gloves.The sentry’s breathing hitched. The blackened skin around the silver shivered. As Joshua’s fingers brushed the wound, the metal shard slid out as if the flesh wer