All Chapters of My Second Chance Mate Is My Ex Alpha’s Nemesis : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Helena POV The phone kept ringing. I stared at Kael’s name on the screen and let it go to voicemail. The room around me stayed quiet. My mother and father had gone to the kitchen to make tea. Soft voices drifted from down the hall. I set the phone face-down on the dining table and finished the last bite of pie. The sweetness sat heavy on my tongue. The phone rang again. Same name. Same steady pulse of light. I ignored it a second time. Then a third. By the fourth call my mother peeked around the doorway. “Everything all right?” she asked. “Just work,” I said. “I’ll take it upstairs.” I picked up the phone and my bag and walked to the guest room they always kept ready for me. The bed was made with clean sheets that smelled like the laundry soap my mother had used since I was a child. I closed the door, sat on the edge of the mattress, and watched the screen light up once more. This time I answered. “Helena.” Kael’s voice came through flat at first, then cracked with something n

Liena POV I sat in Ethan’s room at the desk by the window, helping him with his school work. The math sheet was spread out between us. He was working on the last few problems, his small hand gripping the pencil tight. His wolf scent was light and clean, mixed with the smell of paper and the open window letting in the afternoon air. “You got that one right,” I told him. “Now try the next. Take your time.” Ethan nodded and bent over the page again. I watched him for a second, then pointed to a number he had written. “Check that one more time. You carried the two, remember?” He erased it carefully and rewrote the answer. “Like this, Mom?” “Yes. Good job.” The door opened without a knock. Kael walked in. His steps were quiet on the floor. His face stayed calm, the same even look he always wore these days. No smile. No frown. Just steady. “Liena,” he said. His voice was flat and even. “I want to talk to you.” I turned in the chair. Ethan looked up for a second, then went back to hi

Kael POV I stood outside the hospital room for a long time after I left Liena. The door was shut. The nurses walked past me as if I were part of the wall. Nobody looked at my face. I did not feel guilty. I did not feel heavy. I felt light, like I had put down something I had carried for months. Everything Helena wanted was done. The baby was gone. The womb was gone. Both of Liena's legs were broken and set in heavy casts. She could not walk away. She could not stand up straight. She could not fight. The doctors had followed every order. The cuts were clean. The work was careful. They did nothing extra that I had not asked for. Helena had said she wanted Liena unable to stand beside me. She did not want her walking through the pack house as if she belonged there. I gave her exactly that. I told myself it was simple. She asked, and I did it. I walked out to my car and sat inside for a moment. My hands were steady on the wheel. I drove away from the hospital with the windows down, e

Helena POV I sat alone in the quiet hotel suite, and I could not stop smiling. It was a slow, happy smile that I did not even try to hide. Three days. That was all I had to wait. In three short days, I would walk back into the pack house as if I had never left. It would feel as if my long months away had only been a plan, made with great care. Kael's voice was still in my ear from the phone call earlier that evening. He had done it. He had done every single thing I asked. Liena was broken, and it was forever. The doctors had taken out her womb, the way a man cuts a rotten branch from a tree. It was clean and final. Her legs were crushed and held together with metal and plaster. She could not run on them. She could not shift. She could not do anything that had once made her dangerous. The mate bond still held her like a thin chain of pain. Kael had promised me that this chain would stop her from ever leaving the territory. I closed my eyes and let the picture grow in my mind. Liena

Liena POV I came back to the world slowly, in pieces. Some of it felt soft. Some of it hurt. First came the light. It was bright and white, and it pushed against my closed eyes until I had to open them. At first everything was blurry. I saw only pale shapes and moving shadows, and I blinked again and again until they slowly became clearer. I stared at the ceiling above me. I did not know it. It was plain and white, with a small gray stain in one corner. The air had a sharp smell that made my throat feel tight. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. My tongue felt like paper. Then the pain came. It was not one pain. It was many pains at once. My left leg ached deep inside the bone, and the ache beat in time with my heart. Something heavy held my leg in place. I slowly understood that it was a cast, a hard plaster one that ran from the middle of my thigh to below my knee. I tried to move my toes. They moved a little, and even that made me wince. Lower down, across my belly, t