A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 315

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Chapter 315

ROMAN

My heart wouldn’t slow down.

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No matter how many steady breaths I forced into my lungs, no matter how many times I told myself to stay calm, the panic clung to me like a second skin. My body felt too alive, too sharp, too aware of everything. The room had become suffocating the walls too close, the air too thick with questions I couldn’t answer.

I couldn’t lie there anymore.

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If something was happening to me, I needed to understand it. And staying in that bed pretending to be weak wasn’t going to give me answers.

I moved carefully.

Slowly peeling the sheets back, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and paused, listening. The house hummed with quiet life…distant footsteps, the faint clink of dishes from somewhere far off, the low murmur of voices bleeding through walls. Every sound felt mapped in my head with unsettling clarity.

No one was immediately outside my door.

I stood.

No dizziness. No pain. My body responded instantly, balanced and steady. It almost startled me…how

natural it felt to move now. I crossed the room in near silence and eased the door open just enough to slip

through.

The hallway stretched long and wide, shadows pooling in the corners. I stepped out, closing the door

gently behind me.

Each footstep was measured. I kept close to the wall, my pulse pounding louder in my ears than my

movements ever could.

What exactly was I looking for?

I wasn’t sure. Answers, maybe. Something that would make sense of the healing. Of the voices. Of the way my senses felt like they’d been turned up too high.

I moved down the corridor, turning at the corner where the hallway widened into a more open stretch That was when I heard a voice I recognized immediately.

Mr Alexander.

It carried easily, low and composed, speaking to someone I couldn’t see from where I stood. I froze mid–step.

Instinct took over before thought did.

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I slipped back behind the edge of the wall, pressing myself into the corner just before the corridor opened fully. From here, I could hear clearly without being seen.

“I expect it handled properly,” Mr Alexander was saying.

The other person responded quickly, almost deferential. “Of course. It won’t happen again.”

My pulse thudded harder.

Why was I hiding?

Because I didn’t want him to see me out of my room. Not yet. Not when I didn’t understand what was happening to me…. whether he had caused it or not. Not when I didn’t know what he might already

suspect.

I adjusted my stance slightly, careful not to shift the air too much, not to scrape fabric against the wall.

Mr Alexander continued speaking, his tone even, controlled. There was something about the way he

spoke…measured, deliberate…that always made it feel like he knew more than he was saying.

Then…

He stopped.

Mid–sentence.

The silence was abrupt enough that it felt physical.

I stiffened.

There was no sound from me. I was sure of it. I hadn’t moved. I hadn’t breathed too loudly. And yet, something in the air shifted.

A prickle ran up the back of my neck.

Slowly, carefully, I leaned the slightest fraction toward the edge of the wall, just enough to see him without

exposing myself.

Mr Alexander had gone still.

Not tense. Not startled.

Just… still.

His head tilted slightly, almost imperceptibly, like he was listening. Not to the man in front of him…but elsewhere.

Toward the corridor.

Toward me.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was certain it echoed.

Don’t move.

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Don’t breathe.

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For one suspended second, I was convinced he was going to turn his head fully in my direction. That his eyes would meet mine through the stretch of hallway and everything…whatever fragile cover I still

had…would shatter.

His gaze shifted a fraction.

Then…

He continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

“I trust you understand the consequences,” he finished calmly.

The other man swallowed audibly. “Yes, Alpha.”

Alpha?

Was that some kind of title for Mr Alexander? Or another name for him? I didn’t really care enough to think

much about that.

I stayed frozen in place, my muscles locked tight. Had he sensed something? Heard something? Or was I

just letting my paranoia spiral?

The conversation wrapped up quickly after that. A few final words exchanged. A nod.

“I’ll see to it,” the man said before stepping away.

His footsteps receded down another corridor, fading gradually until the house swallowed the sound

completely.

I waited.

Counted three breaths.

Mr Alexander remained exactly where he stood.

Not speaking, not shifting his weight.

Just standing there.

ALEXANDER

I knew my senses.

They had never failed me before.

That was why the moment it hit me, I didn’t dismiss it.

Mid–conversation with Kyle, right as he was explaining some minor patrol oversight, something cut clean

through the air…sharp, wild, unmistakable.

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Wolf.

Not one of mine… Not Blood Crescent.

Not any scent that belonged in this packhouse.

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It slid into my lungs with my next breath, thick and undeniable. Stronger than it had any right to be at this

distance. It wasn’t faint or residual. It was present, alive and close.

And layered beneath it, almost competing with the scent, was the rapid thud of a heartbeat.Loud. Too

loud. Not physically loud…but distinct enough that I could isolate it from the quiet rhythm of the house.

Kyle was still talking.

I wasn’t listening anymore.

The scent intensified as the seconds passed, threading into my focus, demanding attention. It wasn’t just wolf… it was fully awakened wolf, raw, unsettled. Edged with adrenaline.

I wrapped up the conversation quickly.

“I expect it handled properly,” I told Kyle, my tone even.

He nodded, oblivious. “Of course, Alpha.”

But my attention was already elsewhere…angled down the corridor without turning my head.

There.

Behind the wall.

The heartbeat stuttered slightly, then tried to steady. Whoever it was knew enough to stay quiet. Smart….

Or frightened.

I paused deliberately.

For a fraction of a second, I almost turned fully toward the corridor, but I stopped myself. No need to

expose awareness just yet.

Instead, I finished the conversation.

Kyle left.

His footsteps faded.

The moment we were alone, I stood there without moving, letting the air settle again. The wolf scent lingered…not drifting away, not fading. Holding position.

Bold.

Or cornered.

I exhaled slowly, schooling my expression, then shifted my weight and began walking casually as if I had dismissed the matter entirely.

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The heartbeat behind the wall shifted…

I turned smoothly at the next opening and doubled back through the adjacent corridor…the one that would

intersect exactly where the scent pooled strongest.

It rolled toward me in waves…wild and untrained, but undeniably powerful. It clung to the air like heat

rising from stone. And beneath it, that heartbeat…fast, braced for something.

I reached the corner.

Didn’t hesitate.

I stepped into the corridor and moved in one decisive motion.

My hand shot out.

I grabbed a fistful of fabric and yanked hard.

The body attached to it came flying forward with a force that sent him stumbling. He lost balance instantly, crashing to the floor in front of me with a sharp exhale.

I stared down.

And my breath caught.

Roman?

For a split second, I simply looked at him.

Wide–eyed.

The scent was rolling off him.

Alive.