บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Second Life: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"Where the hell did you get that mark?"Richard’s voice wasn't a question. It was a tremor of tectonic plates shifting under the Harrington estate. He didn't look like a recovering patient anymore. He looked like a predator that had just realized the prey in front of him shared his soul. His hand, still wrapped in sterile gauze, twitched as he pointed at the base of Henry’s neck—the faint, silver-white crest of the Harrington lineage glowing through the mud on the boy’s skin."Don't you look at him." Joshua stepped left, his shoulder blocking Richard’s line of sight. He felt the heat radiating off the Alpha—the heavy, pine-and-iron scent of a wolf reclaiming its territory. Joshua’s own heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. "He’s a patient. You’re a patient. Get back to your wing, Richard. Now.""I saw it. Don't you lie to me, Joshua!" Richard lunged forward. His boots skidded on the marble, his face contorted. He reached out, his fingers inches from Henry’s jacket.Josh

"It's over, Bianca. The elders saw the boy."Bianca Moore slammed her glass against the vanity. The crystal didn't break. It just rattled against the marble, mocking her. She looked at her reflection. Her hair was perfect. Her makeup was a shield. But her eyes were wide, the pupils blown."They saw a child in the dirt, Richard," she snapped at the empty room. She leaned closer to the mirror. Her scent was fading. That synthetic, jasmine-heavy pheromone—the one that mimicked a True Mate bond—was thinning. Her skin felt dry. Itching."You're shaking."She spun around. Her maid, a mousy girl named Sarah, stood in the doorway. She held a fresh silk robe."Get out!" Bianca hurled the hairbrush. It caught Sarah on the shoulder. The girl didn't cry. She just backed away, her head down. "And find me my phone. The black one. The one in the safe.""But the doctor—""I don't give a damn about the doctor!" Bianca screamed. She stood up, her chest heaving. "Get it now!"She waited until the door c

"Get in the car, Joshua."Richard’s voice came through the phone like grinding stones. I gripped the receiver, my knuckles white. Henry was in the other room, humming to a cartoon. The sound usually calmed me. Today, it felt like a countdown."I’m not a Harrington employee anymore, Richard. Call your own vet.""This isn't a request." Richard’s breath hitched. A jagged, wet sound. "The hospital wing. Ten minutes. Or I send the Enforcers to your front door."The line went dead. I stared at the screen. My heart slammed against my ribs. I looked at Henry. He was safe. For now. I grabbed my medical bag, my fingers digging into the leather.The estate smelled like ozone and rot.I walked into the hospital wing. The sterile lights hummed. Richard was sitting on a stainless steel exam stool. He looked like hell. His shirt was torn at the collar. Sweat matted his hair. He didn't look like an Alpha. He looked like a man who had just crawled out of a car wreck.He held two amber vials in his han

"Strip her of the Harrington name."Richard stood on the high dais, his voice a jagged blade. He didn't look at the woman kneeling in the center of the Council Hall. He couldn't. His fingers dug into the mahogany railing until the wood groaned."You can't." Bianca lifted her head. Her hair was a matted mess. Dirt smeared her cheek, but her eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—were wide with a manic triumph. "You touch me, and you're a murderer in the eyes of the Great Pack.""The evidence is signed in blood, Bianca." Richard stepped down. One slow, heavy step at a time. "The rogue attack. The scent-mimics. The dead guards. You're done.""I'm not alone!" Bianca screamed. She slammed her palms against the marble. "I'm carrying the future of this pack. Your second heir, Richard. I’m pregnant."The hall went silent. Every Elder leaned forward. The air in the room thickened, heavy with the sudden, metallic scent of shock.Richard froze. His foot hovered over the final step. His jaw tightened

"Get the children to the back! Now!"The clinic door shattered. Not just the glass. The whole frame groaned and buckled. I shoved a mother and her toddler toward the sterile hallway. My hands shook. My stethoscope tangled in my fingers. I ripped it off and threw it."Joshua! There are more out front!"My nurse, Elena, pointed toward the street. Three blacked-out SUVs had jumped the curb. Men in tactical gear poured out. No badges. No uniforms. Just the heavy, cloying scent of rogue pheromones and wet dog."Barricade the intake!" I grabbed a metal filing cabinet. I shoved. It didn't move. My boots slipped on the linoleum. "Elena, call the—"The air suddenly tasted like pennies. A high-pitched whine started in the back of my skull. Then the flash.Whump.The front windows didn't just break; they vaporized. A cloud of fine, metallic powder filled the lobby. It hung in the air like a fog. Silver-Dust."Richard?" I coughed. My lungs burned. Every breath felt like swallowing needles.I look