All Chapters of Her Second Chance Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

FREYAThe room went very quiet after that, and I felt my entire body go still, holding back a lot more than I let show on my face.Dorian’s words lingered in the air, completely surrounded by silence, and I understood exactly what he meant even before my brain could finish processing it. This wasn't about Ethan. This wasn't even about the seal, not really, not to Dorian. This was about my sons.Micah's omega resistance had already spread faster than we could contain it, whispered about at gatherings we weren't invited to, discussed by people who had never once held him or even heard him laugh. To them, he wasn't a baby who liked to be bounced on his father's knee. He was a topic of discussion. A rumor. A miracle that, depending on which way the wind blew, could just as easily be called a threat.I thought about the last full moon ritual, the way the shadows had bent strangely around his crib during the attack, the way even our own guards had looked at him differently afterward, like h

FREYAI was moving before I'd even fully understood the sound. My feet hit the floor and I was running, not thinking, just running, with Ethan half a step behind me, both of us tearing through corridors that felt three times too long, like the house had decided to grow larger just to spite me."Move!" Ethan shouted at a guard standing frozen near the east stairwell, and the man snapped out of it and fell into step beside us instead of asking questions.The nursery door was open. That was the first thing that hit me, before anything else registered. It was never open. We kept it locked, double locked, guarded on both sides, and it was standing wide open like someone had walked through it without any trouble at all.Two guards were down just inside, unconscious but breathing, which I only noticed because some useless part of my brain checked their chests for movement even while the rest of me had already walked past them.Jonah was crying in his crib, red-faced and furious, and somethin

FREYAGemma was awake when we got back, propped up against a wall of pillows, a doctor hovering close by with a tray of half-used bandages. Her face was still bruised from the attack, but her eyes were sharp and alert, and the second we walked through the door, I could tell she already knew something was wrong before either of us said a word."You didn't find him," she said. It wasn't a question."We found this instead," Ethan said, holding up the note, his hand not quite steady. Then he read it out loud in a voice that didn't sound like his own at all. "Ask your mother what she really did twenty five years ago."I watched Gemma's face while he read it. I watched every bit of color drain out of it, then her hands went still in her lap, tiredness settling into her eyes like she'd been waiting years for someone to finally ask her that exact question.She didn't deny it. She didn't even try."I made a choice…" Gemma said quietly, her voice cracking on the very first word. "Twenty five ye

FREYASeven days. I kept repeating it in my head over and over, like a countdown to my own execution, except it wasn't me on the chopping block. It was my son, and somehow that was so much worse.I would have traded places with him in a heartbeat without even stopping to think about it. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. I was just a mother with her time running out.I hadn't slept. I don't think Ethan had either, though he'd tried to make me believe he had, dozing in the chair beside the crib with one eye half open the whole time like some kind of exhausted guard dog. Jonah had finally settled sometime around dawn, and Caleb a little after that, and for one small stretch of time, the whole house actually went quiet. But it didn't feel like peace. It felt like the world was holding its breath before everything came raining down on us. I kept thinking about Micah's face in that photo, my wolf pacing under my skin the whole morning, restless and furious, wanting to be let out, run no

FREYASelene taught me what she could in five days, which wasn't nearly enough time to learn how to control the power that had apparently been building inside me since the day I was born. I had just five days to learn something that should have taken years. It felt like trying to drink an ocean through a straw.We worked in an old stone room beneath the east wing, which Orin said had been used for training Keepers generations back, though it was now empty and forgotten for decades before now. It had a cold floor, bare walls, and one flickering lamp that Selene refused to let anyone replace. She said the dark would help me focus. I think she just liked making things harder than they needed to be, though I never said that out loud."Feel for it," she told me again and again, sitting cross-legged across from me on the stone floor. "Not with your eyes. With whatever is underneath your eyes."The first day I felt nothing. Just the cold stone floor, my own frustration, and the constant, gn