A Warrior’s Second Chance novel Chapter 250

FAYE

I was overreacting.

Not because what was happening wasn’t serious–it was. Helen was gone. Shadow Fang had made their move. War was looming like a storm cloud that refused to pass. But this… this argument, this sudden collapse into tears over being told no?

That was me.

Or rather, me lately.

Ladmit that pregnancy had turned my emotions into something else. They didn’t come with warnings anymore. One moment I was steady, convinced I could face anything, and the next I was unraveling over something that wouldn’t have shaken me before. It was kind of embarrassing,really.

I exhaled slowly and nodded to myself.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

Alexander blinked.

That clearly wasn’t what he’d expected.

I lifted my head and met his eyes. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. You’re right. About everything.

He didn’t say anything, which only made the apology feel heavier as it settled between us.

“I know I’m not weak,” I continued, forcing myself to stay calm, to speak honestly instead of emotionally. “And I hate feeling like I’m being sidelined. But… I get why you said no. Truly.”

My throat tightened again, but this time I breathed through it.

“They want me,” I said. “Walking into their territory with you would make things worse, not better. I know that. I just-” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “I feel useless sitting here while your

mother is out there because of me.”

Alexander’s jaw flexed at that.

“Faye-”

“I know you said it’s not my fault,” I rushed on. “And logically, I agree. But feelings don’t always follow logic. Especially now.”

I gestured vaguely at myself, at my stomach, at everything that felt slightly out of control lately.” My emotions are everywhere. I cry, then I get angry, then I feel stupid for both. I’m not surprised anymore when it happens. Just… tired.”

He crossed the room and sat beside me on the bed.

For a moment, he just looked at me.

Then he sighed softly.

“Okay,” he said. “That makes more sense.”

I huffed out another small, embarrassed laugh.

“You thought I’d lost my mind, didn’t you?” I said.

“I thought maybe I’d missed something important,” he admitted. “Or said something worse than I realized.”

I shook my head. “No. You didn’t.”

I hesitated, then added, “You were being an Alpha… and a mate, and a father. All at once. I just…

needed a second to catch up.”

Alexander nodded slowly, like he was recalibrating, adjusting his expectations to match where I actually was instead of where he thought I should be.

He reached for my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in that absent–minded way he did when he was thinking.

“I don’t expect you to sit around and do nothing,” he said. “And I don’t think you’re weak. Not for a second.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“And you don’t have to carry the blame for Helen,” he continued. “It’s not your fault.”

I swallowed.

“I’m trying to believe that.”

“That’s enough for now,” he said. “Trying is enough.”

The room fell quiet again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. It felt… calm.

I leaned back against the headboard, exhaustion finally catching up with me, and wiped the last of the tears from my face.

I lay there for a heartbeat longer, staring up at the ceiling, my pulse already picking up. Three in the morning. Kyle calling. Alexander leaving without waking me.

Something was wrong.

I pushed the covers aside and sat up, the cool air brushing against my skin. Ignoring the faint ache in my lower back, I slipped out of bed and pulled on clothes as quickly and quietly as I could- leggings, a sweater, shoes.

l eased the bedroom door open and stepped into the hallway, letting my senses stretch outward. The pack house was quiet, but not asleep. There was a subtle tension in the air, a hum of alertness that hadn’t been there when we’d gone to bed.

I moved silently, keeping to the shadows, padding down the corridor until I reached the top of the stairs. From there, I could hear voices drifting up from below.

Kyle’s voice.

“…one of the guards on patrol called it in,” he was saying, his tone serious. “I went to confirm it myself, and she was right there.”

She.

The word made my stomach tighten.

I leaned slightly over the railing, careful not to let myself be seen. I couldn’t see them from where I stood–only the edge of the entry hall and the faint glow of lights below–but I didn’t need to. Their voices carried clearly in the stillness.

Alexander spoke next. “Where is she now?”

There was no anger in his voice, no panic–just that dangerous calm he used when he was bracing for impact.

“Still out there,” Kyle said.

Out there.

My fingers curled around the banister.

Whoever she was, she wasn’t inside the house. She wasn’t a guest. She wasn’t expected. And the fact that Kyle hadn’t already dealt with it told me this wasn’t something simple.

I strained to hear more, my heart beginning to pound.

Alexander sald something too low for me to catch, and then I heard movement–footsteps shifting. The scrape of shoes against the floor.

They were heading outside.