Semua Bab Second Chance Vows : Bab 1 - Bab 9

Chapter 1:POV: MayaThe wreck was still smoking somewhere behind me, though I could no longer turn my head far enough to see it.I lay on the cold boulder of the northern road, half in the ditch and half outside it, with the night sky slowly spinning above me. My arms would not stop shaking, but I refused to let go of what they held.Caleb...His small body was limp against my chest, his head tucked beneath my chin the same way it used to fit when he was a baby and not a six year old who insisted he was too old to be cuddled. He wasn't breathing. I had checked, then checked again, and checked a third time, some desperate animal part of me believing that if I kept checking, the answer would somehow change.It didn't...My own blood was pooling beneath me, dark and slowly spreading across the gravel, and I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I should have been more afraid of that than I was. A werewolf's body could heal almost anything with enough time and enough help from the

POV: MayaI didn't care anymore where Nathaniel had taken Elise.All I cared about was Caleb.I needed proof, something colder and more certain than a dying woman's memory. A memory could be argued with. Proof couldn't.I still remembered that night at the hunting lodge. Edmund had called me himself, his voice tight with the worry only a grandfather feels for a grandson who drinks too much when he thinks no one important is watching. He'd asked me to bring Nathaniel home before the pack saw their Alpha-in-waiting stumbling drunk through the halls. I went. Things got out of hand. I woke the next morning beside a man I believed, without a shred of doubt, was my husband.That night was how Caleb came to be. Or so I'd thought for six years.Edmund had been thrilled when I told him. He pushed the mating forward, tied me to Nathaniel with a ceremony and a bond-mark before either of us had time to really think it through. Blackstorm was already the strongest pack in the country, and Nathanie

POV: MayaI had always been the picture of a compliant mate, the dutiful Luna who never once questioned where her Alpha went or who he went there with. So tell me why, standing across from him now, did I feel like something closer to a stranger in my own home than a wife?Nathaniel took a breath, visibly working to steady his tone into something gentler. "I'll admit, I've been distracted with pack business and Cole Industries, and I haven't given you the attention you deserve. I'll do better." He softened further, pushing the bag another inch toward me. "It's the newest design, limited run, I had it brought in specifically for you. Whatever else you want, just take it." He set a card down beside it, supplementary, tied to his own accounts, no limit attached.This was Nathaniel's version of an apology. Where money was concerned, he'd never once been careful with me. In most people's eyes, I'd been the ideal Luna for it, quiet, undemanding, never a scene, never a complaint.Making a fus

POV: Nathaniel"Say that again." Nathaniel came off the chair in one motion, disbelief twisting his features into something fiercer than the healing wing had any business seeing. "Where did she go?""Alpha, she packed and left with Caleb." Nora's voice wavered down the line, bracing for the storm she could already hear building. "She said she isn't coming back. She told me to clear their things out of the packhouse and dispose of everything.""Maya." Her name slipped through his clenched teeth like a curse-word older than either of them. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles went white beneath the skin, until his claws threatened to lengthen without his permission. He ended the call before he said something in front of hospital staff that no Alpha could take back.He'd known, on some level, that she wanted this. She'd even had the papers drawn up, human ink on human paper, and he'd let himself believe it was a phase, something he could smooth over the moment things settle

POV: Maya"Darling girlfriend. New child." The grimace that crossed his face told Maya he was aching to put her back in line. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a bitter, cast-off mate, throwing a fit in public where the wrong wolf might smell it. "Maya, cut this out. Once you're finished here, I expect you to bring Caleb back to the packhouse. We need to keep this civil. Don't let this reach Margaret, or you'll ruin whatever chance you have left of making things right.""Make things right?" A sharp, scornful laugh escaped her, her eyes steady on his. "You actually think I want you back?" For a heartbeat something wavered in his expression, something almost soft, before the hardness slammed back down over it. "Maya…""Let's be honest, Nathaniel. I don't go rooting through the bin once I've thrown something out. You want to pretend I'm not here? Fine by me. Feeling's entirely mutual. Just sign the papers.""Maya…""Nathaniel!" Elise's voice cut in as she drew closer. "Elise, why do