บททั้งหมดของ Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Helena's pov Brent’s final desperate move didn’t come with claws or dark magic. It came with the press of a single button.I found out later that after he lost his quiet payout from Vanessa's allies, he decided to burn everything down. In the only way his petty mind understood. He leaked everything. My secret medical files. The audio recordings of me screaming in that facility. The high-resolution footage of me in mid-transformation. He dumped it all onto every major media platform overnight.By morning, the hockey world erupted into absolute chaos.I woke up to my phone vibrating off the nightstand. Hundreds of missed calls. Flashing news alerts. My name trending with words I couldn’t even bring myself to read. When I pulled back the curtains, there was a swarm of news vans parked outside the arena perimeter. Their satellite dishes pointed right at my window.The backlash was instant and brutal. News anchors were debating whether I was a threat to human life. Fans were gathered o

Helena's pov We won the battle at the rink, but the cost was brutal. In the chaotic aftermath, as emergency vehicles flooded the arena and smoke filled the concourse, Lucian’s elite forces struck from the shadows. They did not attack with claws or teeth. They used concentrated silver gas and heavy iron nets, sweeping in before we could even catch our breath. Exhausted from the transformation and fighting desperately to keep my teammates safe, I collapsed onto the stained ice, my vision fading into absolute black.When I opened my eyes, the cold bite of heavy iron was wrapped tightly around my wrists and throat.The air was damp, heavy, and smelled of rot, old iron, and wet stone. Lucian had brought us deep underground, into a cavernous chamber carved beneath the old ruins of the original pack territory. Torchlight flickered against the damp walls, casting long, twisting shadows across the cracked floor. The low hum of ancient magic vibrated through the earth beneath my boots, making

HELENA'S POV The sudden eruption of light blinded every rogue standing guard along the stone balconies. But it wasn’t just light that filled the cavern, it was a crushing wave of pure, absolute authority.The ancient magic of the Blood Crown expanded outward from my chest in a golden shockwave. The air grew impossibly dense. One by one, every wolf in the underground chamber let out a strangled gasp as their legs buckled beneath them. The sheer weight of my royal blood hit them like a falling mountain, forcing their foreheads down against the cold, damp stone.Even Lucian slammed to his knees. His eyes were wide with pure shock, his teeth gritted as he fought with everything he had against the invisible pressure pinning him to the floor.I stood in the center of the shattered ritual circle, my breath steady and my boots planted firmly on the stone. My eyes burned with pure, molten gold.In an instant, my mind expanded past the boundaries of the cavern. The two-way channel the elder

JARRETT'S POVThe second she walked out, the air in the cavern shifted.The weight of the Crown lifted, the gold fading from her eyes until nothing remained except the echo of her boots heading down the tunnel. Away from me.I stayed on my knees in the dirt and dried blood.Lucian was still laughing, bound and choking on the silver collar Helena had forged out of pure willpower. The rogues he’d enslaved dragged him up, their eyes clear and full of rage now that his hold was broken. Not one of them looked at me. Good. I didn’t deserve to be seen.“They raised you specifically to give it.”Her face when Lucian said those words burned in my mind. That was the exact moment I lost her. Not when I lied. Not when I followed orders. It was when she realized I never had a choice to begin with.“Get up,” one of the older rogues barked, kicking my boot. “You heard the Crown-Bearer. We’ve got a trial to prepare.”I forced myself up. My legs felt hollow. My ribs throbbed where I’d taken Lucian’s b

JARRETT'S POVThe ice didn’t forgive.It held the weight of ten thousand wolves and still sang under it. A low groan that ran up through my boots and into my teeth, like the lake remembered every skate that had cut it and every drop of blood that had fed it.We came down the ridge in a line. Helena came first with just the faint ember glow under her jaw and the stick in her hand that wasn’t for playing anymore. It was a scepter now.Me, two steps behind. My ribs throbbed with every breath. The bandages under my leathers were already stiff with dried blood.Lucian, in silver chains, dragged between four rogues who used to kneel to him. His grin was still there with blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the crowd like he owned it. Like this was all part of his game.The stands were carved into the ice itself. Tier after tier, rising up the ridge. Every pack. Frostfang in blue and white. Blackriver in black and red. Ashen Peak with their ash-stained banners. Even the rogues who