A Second Chance for the Broken Alpha

isible chains of time. However, every night, when he closed his eyes, she was there, on the edge of his sleep, the shadow of his dead companion, a blurred but pow

ath was short, his mind confused, as if his own existence had lost his meaning. The remains of her past, of this

ng aimlessly. The pack, formerly so solid under its direction, was only a disorganized group, each member lost in their own doubts.

as silent, like his life. Each cry from another wolf that screaming in the forests around the pack only accentuated its inner vacuum. They wer

ember of the pack, his worried look, was waiting. But Caleb did not even have the strength to give him a word, a gesture. It was

sured each syllable before pronouncing it. "The

, they needed it. But what did he still have to offer? He was just a broken man, an alpha whose partner was no longer, a man who felt more em

a slow, almost dragging step, to the door. Another member of the pack was waiting on the other side, a palpable tension in the air between them. Caleb didn't look at him

no going back. He had failed, but the pain, this pain that he could no longer flee, always stood there, in him. The pack was waiting. But what did he want? The

. It was Aric , a former friend, an ally. He says nothing, but his eyes, full of questions, di

e, "they need you. You know what's at

ame time, he knew that he could not flee indefinitely. He had to face the facts. The others counted on him. But this weight, this burden

yes. She was all he had lost. And every night, every moment of absence, she was tearing it away a little more. This world without

ook great inspiration. "It's still time, Caleb. What you are now

still believe in a future? Each fiber of his being shouted that all of this was no longer important. However, he knew deep down that the pack, those wolves around him, still ne

but of a man. It was a call for help. A desperate cry. Caleb turned his head, a shiver covering his spine. This voice

t you were ... it comes back

time. But deep down, a question persisted: what if this

perhaps, just perhaps, this meeting, what await

all, the invisible scars left by another Alpha. She had not chosen this life of wandering, but she had not had the choice. She had fled her ex

corner, an alpha. His gaze, first indifferent, intensified in an instant. Her eyes stared at her with such strength that she shivered it. He was not like the other alphas she had met, there was something d

racted by an omega, and even less an omega like her. He knew it, he felt it, this pain that she hid. Her gaze was marked by a past that she probably didn'

anated from her, something he could not explain. But he didn't want to admit it. He had sworn to never get attached, never to fall into the traps of fate again.

le. Each meeting with a wolf was a complex dance, and Caleb was far from being someone with whom she could share any complicity. Her past, her brand from

cination was dangerous. He didn't need new dramas. He already had his own burden to wear. However, deep down, something resisted. Something he had not felt since Eva's loss.

aze was harder. She couldn't afford to be vulnerable. Not with him. She turned her heels and moved away quickly

from this meeting, why his mind focused on it with such insistence. But one thing was certain: he hadn't finished