Todos los capítulos de A Second Chance For Alpha Ayden: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

AYDENFrois's handwriting shakes more than I remember it ever shaking before. The letters are cramped and hurried in a way that tells me whatever he risked to get this message out cost him more than the last one did.‘Ronan leaves the main camp himself at dawn, leading a strike force toward Ravenclaw's remaining eastern buildings personally. He is confident you'll spend the next three days chasing ransom terms instead of watching his own movements. His camp will be at its weakest the moment he goes out. Your Beta is held separately, two miles south, lightly guarded but heavily warded with tripwire alarms I helped design myself years ago. I can tell you how to disable them. I owe you that much, whatever else I owe for everything else. I am sorry, Alpha. For all of it. There isn't time left to say more than that.’I read it three times before the full weight of what it's actually offering settles fully into my chest."He's giving us a choice," Darius says, reading over my shoulder, his

SAMANTHAThe ground gives way beneath a warrior’s foot before any of us can shout a warning, and the snap of the tripwire is the last quiet sound any of us hear for a very long time.I understand, in the single frozen heartbeat before chaos erupts completely, that Frois's warning was only ever half the truth. He told us how to disarm the wards protecting Lucian. He never told us Ronan had laced the entire valley with a second, hidden layer of traps meant for whoever came looking."Ambush!" Rurik's shout comes a half-second too late, warriors already breaking from concealment along both ridges, more of them than any lightly guarded holding camp should ever need."This was never about securing Lucian," I shout, preparing to transform as the first wave closes on our position. "It was bait. He wanted whoever came for him."There's no time to be furious about that realization, no time to do anything except fight. I throw myself into the chaos beside Rurik, blocking a strike meant for his e

SHARON"Move back," the healer orders, sharp and urgent, and I feel hands trying to pull me away from Lucian's side, and for the first time in my entire life, I refuse to be moved."I'm not going anywhere," I say, my voice shaking but my grip on his hand is firm. "Do whatever you need to do. I'm staying right here."Blood soaks through the fresh bandages almost as quickly as the healers can apply them. His face had gone grey and slack in a way that terrifies me more than any wound I've ever treated myself. I've spent years steadying my own hands over injured warriors, calm and clinical no matter how serious the damage, and none of that training helps me now, not when the person bleeding out in front of me is the one person I've spent months refusing to admit I couldn't survive losing."His pulse is thready but holding," the healer says finally, some of the urgency easing from her voice as she packs the deepest wound with careful, practised hands. "If it stays steady through the next h

AYDENHe looks smaller than I remember.Frois stands just inside Moonclaw's gates, in between two wary guards. The man who once commanded an entire council's respect with nothing more than a raised eyebrow now looks like exactly what he's become. He looks old, hunted, and entirely out of places left to run."Alpha," he says, inclining his head with careful, deliberate respect. "Thank you for seeing me.""I'm not seeing you out of courtesy," I say, keeping my voice hard, unwilling to offer more warmth than the moment has earned. "I'm seeing you because you helped us find Lucian, and because I want to understand exactly why a man who ran straight into Ronan Thrynn's camp is now standing unarmed at my gates asking for an audience.""Because Ronan considers me a traitor now too," Frois says simply. "The moment he learned I'd sent word about the wards protecting your Beta, I stopped being useful to him. He doesn't forgive usefulness spent on someone else's behalf, Alpha. I imagine you've l

AYDEN"Every border," I repeat, forcing the words out slow and steady even as something in my chest threatens to come apart entirely. "You're certain?""Confirmed by three separate scouts, Alpha," Darius's second says, still catching his breath. "Ravenclaw, Fenfang, Frosthowl, and our own eastern line. Stormfang warriors moving in formation, all at once, no attempt at concealment this time.""Then he's done pretending this is anything but war," Darius says grimly, already turning toward the door. "I'll wake the garrison commanders. We need every coalition pack alerted within the hour.""Go," I say, and he does, Bram and Jareth and the others following quickly behind him, the courtyard erupting into the controlled, urgent motion of a pack preparing for exactly the fight none of us wanted but all of us knew was coming.I don't move immediately. I stand there instead, Frois's confession still ringing in my ears louder than the shouted orders filling the courtyard around me, and for one l