All Chapters of The Billionaire Lycan's Second Chance Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TRACYSomething had changed.I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt it the moment I walked into the house.Rex was sitting in the living room, staring at his phone.Not scrolling.Not typing.Just staring.And Rex was not a man who stared at anything unless he was calculating how to use it.I dropped my handbag onto the sofa.“Bad day?”His eyes lifted immediately.“Why?”I shrugged. “You look like someone just told you Christmas has been cancelled.”He almost smiled.Almost.“Business.”“Of course.”I walked past him.Then I stopped.“Where's Leo?”Rex's expression changed.Just for a second.“He's out.”“Out where?”“With friends.”I turned slowly.“Leo doesn't have that many friends.”“He's sixteen, Tracy. He has a life.”“Interesting.”“What?”“Nothing.”I continued toward the stairs.But something was wrong.Very wrong.And I had learned a long time ago that when your instincts started screaming, ignoring them was usually the fastest way to regret your decision.My phone vibr

Chapter 62: THE MASKED MEETINGREXThe moment Leo walked out, I knew I had lost something I could never buy back.My son's trust.I stood watching the door long after Derek had ordered the guards to follow him.“Bring him back,” I said.Derek hesitated. “And if he refuses?”I turned to him.“Did I ask you what happens if he refuses?”“No, Alpha.”“Then do what I told you.”Derek left.I looked at the black circle painted on the wall.The Den.For years, that symbol had represented everything I had worked to build. Wealth. Influence. Power beyond the reach of ordinary men.Now it felt like a warning.My phone vibrated.THE MEETING HAS BEEN MOVED. MIDNIGHT. COME ALONE.I read the message twice.Then another arrived.THE BOY MUST NOT BE ALLOWED TO SPEAK.My jaw tightened.Whoever was sending these messages had made one mistake.They had assumed that threatening my son would make me obedient.They had forgotten that I was Rex.And nobody gave me orders.Not even the people who had helped

Chapter 64: JENNY'S DISCOVERYJENNYI had worked for dangerous people before.Rex was dangerous.Tracy was dangerous.Alexia was dangerous in an entirely different way.But what I discovered that morning made all three of them look like amateurs.I was sitting in Tracy's office, going through the financial records she'd asked me to organize, when I noticed something strange.One transaction.Then another.Then another.All connected to the same company.RAVENSTONE CAPITAL.I frowned.“Again?”I opened the first file.The company had invested in Trace Spice.The second transaction had nothing to do with fashion.The third was even stranger.Money had moved from Ravenstone to a private security company.Then from the security company to a property management firm.Then—I froze.The property management firm owned the warehouse Tracy had photographed the previous night.I leaned closer to the screen.“No way.”I checked the address again.Same building.Same company.Same financial trail

Chapter 66: ALEXIA'S TRAPALEXIAThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the silence.The second was the locked door.I sat up slowly.I wasn't tied down.That was almost worse.People who wanted to hurt you usually didn't bother pretending you had choices.I looked around the room.A bed.A table.One chair.A small window with metal bars.No obvious cameras.But I knew better.Someone was watching.I stood and walked toward the door.Locked.I knocked once.Nothing.Twice.Still nothing.“I'm not impressed.”A speaker crackled somewhere above me.A man's voice answered.“You shouldn't be.”I smiled.“Whoever you are, you clearly don't know me.”“I know you very well, Alexia.”My smile disappeared.“Then you know I'm going to get out.”“Eventually.”“That's confidence.”“No.”His voice was calm.“It's preparation.”I stepped away from the door.“Where's my son?”Silence.“Where is Leo?”“He's alive.”“That wasn't my question.”“He's safe.”“Then let me speak to him.”“No.

Chapter 68: THE SECRET ROOMTRACYThe old facility looked exactly as I remembered it.That was the problem.Nothing had changed.The same concrete walls.The same narrow windows.The same black circle painted above the entrance.Even the smell brought memories I had spent years trying to bury.Jenny stood beside me.“This is where you were trained?”I nodded.“Then we're definitely not going inside alone.”“We're already here.”“That wasn't an answer.”I looked at her.“You can stay in the car.”She folded her arms.“Absolutely not.”I sighed.“Fine.”We entered.The front hallway was empty.Too empty.I stopped.“Wait.”Jenny nearly walked into me.“What?”“Listen.”We stood silently.Nothing.Then—A faint clicking sound.I looked toward the wall.“There.”“What?”I walked toward a section of concrete that looked slightly different.I pressed my palm against it.Nothing happened.Then I remembered something Victor used to say.The obvious door is never the real door.I looked at the