A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473

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Chapter 473

THIRD POV

Helen didn’t knock.

The guest house door simply opened with a soft click, as though whoever stood on the other side already had the right to walk in.

And she did.

Roman was sitting near the edge of the room when it happened, elbows resting loosely on his knees. He wasn’t sleeping–not really. More like existing in a state where rest didn’t quite reach him yet.

The sound of the door made him straighten instantly.

His instincts reacted before his mind did.

A presence entered the space with quiet certainty.

For a split second, Roman thought it was another guard coming to check on him again. The Blood Crescent warriors had been careful but constant–watching without speaking too much, like they weren’t sure whether he was a prisoner or something worse.

But then he saw her.

And everything in him paused.

Helen.

Roman’s shoulders loosened slightly, though he didn’t fully relax at first. His eyes tracked her carefully as she stepped inside like she belonged there–which, in truth, she did.

Helen closed the door behind her with a calm motion, as though she had done it a hundred times before.

Her gaze landed on him immediately.

Roman exhaled slowly and shifted back onto the chair properly, no longer on edge, just cautious.

Helen didn’t speak right away.

She just looked at him.

Then, faintly–almost amusedly–she asked, “Are you surprised to see me?”

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Roman let out a short breath through his nose.

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“Not really,” he replied honestly. “Alpha Alexander already made it clear he wasn’t letting me out of his sight. I figured someone would be sent to keep watch.”

His tone wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t even particularly curious.

Helen stepped further into the room and glanced around briefly, taking in the space with an expression that didn’t belong to concern or discomfort. It was more like evaluation.

Then she said, almost casually, “This is where Faye’s body will be brought.”

Roman didn’t react immediately, because the words settled in a way that made his thoughts slow down for a second.

Helen continued, “For the ritual.”

She said it as if it was already decided, already arranged in a detail that didn’t require further explanation.

Then she sat down across from him.

That was enough to make it clear she intended to stay.

Roman watched her carefully now, his expression tightening slightly as he processed what

she had just said, but Helen didn’t wait for his response.

She leaned back slightly and said, “So…”

A small pause.

“Alpha, huh?”

Roman exhaled faintly, almost amused despite himself.

“I’m not an alpha yet,” he said calmly.

Helen waved a hand dismissively.

“Bullshit.”

There was no anger in her tone.

She said it with blunt certainty, like she didn’t care what label he tried to reject.

Roman didn’t say anything.

Helen tilted her head slightly, studying him in a way that felt less like observation and more like confirmation of something she already suspected.

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story, she continued. “But I heard you last night.”

Roman’s eyes sharpened slightly at that.

Helen didn’t miss it.

“And I also know you survived a binding ritual that should’ve dropped a normal wolf permanently,” she added. “So don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you’re just another wolf.”

Roman stayed quiet.

Helen leaned forward just slightly, resting her elbows loosely on her knees now.

“That kind of reaction doesn’t happen to weak wolves,” she said. “It doesn’t happen to cursed ones either.”

A pause.

“It happens to something else.”

Roman’s gaze remained steady, though something in his expression shifted.

Helen didn’t push further.

Instead, she shifted slightly in her seat and added, “Alexander told me you got your memory

back.”

That made something flicker behind Roman’s eyes.

Because that part–he had expected it would spread quickly.

He leaned back slightly, as though weighing whether the conversation was worth continuing, then spoke anyway.

“After your ritual,” he said simply.

Helen studied him for a second longer.

“Interesting,” she murmured.

Roman didn’t elaborate.

There was no need to.

The silence between them wasn’t awkward–it was layered. Like both of them were measuring how much of the truth they were willing to acknowledge out loud.

Helen eventually broke it again.

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“So,” she said lightly, “Stonevale’s forgotten son decides to come back as an alpha after all this time.”

Roman gave a faint, humorless breath.

“I didn’t decide anything,” he replied.

Helen’s gaze didn’t move.

“That’s not how it looks from where I’m sitting.”

Roman looked away briefly, as if dismissing the direction the conversation was trying to take.

“I didn’t have control over what came back,” he said. “It wasn’t planned.”

Helen nodded slowly, but not in agreement.

More like she was filing the information away.

“Memory return after binding exposure,” she said quietly. “That’s rare.”

Roman glanced at her again.

“Is it?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer didn’t matter.

Helen didn’t respond directly.

Instead, she leaned back again, folding her arms loosely.

“What matters is this,” she said after a moment. “Everything in motion right now is happening for a reason.”

Roman just stared at her. He had a problem agreeing with that.

Helen noticed.

“I know,” he said quietly.

Helen studied him for a long moment after that.

Then she exhaled softly and looked away toward the window briefly, as if thinking ahead rather than staying in the present conversation.

“Good,” she said at last.

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