All Chapters of Her Second Chance Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ETHANI’d led wolves into war. I’d buried men I called brothers. I’d taken a bullet meant for someone else and gotten up the next morning like it was nothing.None of it prepared me for watching Freya come apart in front of a crib that shouldn’t have been empty.I couldn’t do anything, and that was the worst part. All I wanted was to shift and tear through every mile between this house and wherever Dahlia had taken our son. I wanted to do it right now, but the suppression field was still humming through the walls like a swarm of bees, and my wolf was locked somewhere deep inside me, screaming underneath my skin and not able to get out.So I did the only thing I could. I held my wife closely, comforting her and hating myself for not being enough.Reese finally broke through the door twenty minutes later. He came thundering with six of the guards behind him, and every one of their faces was grim. Somebody in his group had figured out the suppression field’s source—a small black box hid

FREYAThe words didn't move. I stared at them like maybe if I looked hard enough, they'd rearrange themselves into something that made sense.Ask Ethan what he really knows about your sister."Freya." Ethan's voice sounded far away, like it was coming through water. "Look at me."I couldn't. My eyes were stuck on that neat, loopy handwriting; the same handwriting that had written my name on the front of the note. Someone had taken the time to make it pretty. Someone had wanted it to look calm. To be honest, that scared me a bit more than if they'd scrawled it in blood."Freya." He touched my chin, then gently turned my face toward his. "Talk to me.""You know something," I said. My voice came out flat. "About Wren. About my sister. I know you said you already knew her, back at the bunker, and then everything happened with Jonah and we never… we never went back to it."Ethan's jaw tightened. "I told you everything I knew that night.""Did you?""Yes.""Then why would someone write this

FREYANeither of us moved. Wren stood on my front room rug with mud on her boots, and I stood there with my heart trying to climb out of my throat.She looked me over slowly, from my messy hair to my bare feet. I hadn't even thought about shoes. "So you're the sister I was told died as a baby."Died.Not given up or hidden. Dead."Died?" My voice cracked, and I hated it. "Nobody told me anything. I didn't even know you existed until a few days ago. I found your name in a file in a bunker, Wren. A bunker.""Well, I was told you were in a little white box in the ground with a flower carved on top." She gave a short laugh that didn’t sound funny at all. "I used to visit that grave. Isn't that stupid? I took flowers to a grave with your name on it for years."Something in my chest folded. I pressed my hand over my mouth, but it was too late. The tears were already coming, and I couldn't stop them. I'd gone my whole life holding it together in front of people. Brian, his parents, the whole

ETHANI got one hit in. Just one. My fist cracked into the jaw of the nearest man; he stumbled back into a shelf, and a dozen jars hit the floor at once. Glass and dried leaves flew everywhere. I felt good about it for about a second and a half.Then a second man caught my arm and something cold snapped around my wrist.My wolf died in my chest.There was no other way to say it. One moment he was right there, strong and snarling, and the next it was like someone had reached inside me and flipped a switch. Everything went quiet at once. My knees hit the floor before I even understood what had happened."Ethan!" Freya screamed.I looked down. On my hands were thick silver cuffs, with a tiny green light blinking on them. It was suppression tech. The same kind the mercenaries had used. I tried to shift, tried to pull even a bit of strength out of my bones. Nothing came."Freya, get out!" My voice sounded weak, even to me. "Go!"She didn't go. Of course. she didn't. She spun around with h

ETHANI hated the plan. I said so a few times, but nobody cared."I'm serious," I said. "My wife and my sons are going into a house, and I'm supposed to just wait outside like a coat rack?"Freya was sitting on a stool with Wren's blanket around her shoulders, staring at the wall intensely. Wren was sitting on the other side of the room, and the two of them hadn't spoken since the phone call. They both looked like ghosts.I looked at the man on the floor instead. That was easier.He was the one Wren had stuck with the needle. He was big, with a crooked nose and a scar across one eyebrow, and he was starting to groan and twitch. Reese walked over with a metal bucket from the sink, looked at me, and raised his eyebrows."Do it," I said.The cold water hit him square in the face. He came up sputtering, swinging his arms like he was drowning in a bathtub."What the— who—" His eyes found me, then Reese, then the busted door, and then they finally landed on Wren. He went very still. "Oh no.