The Devil Alpha’s Last Chance Chapter 08

The Devil Alpha’s Last Chance Chapter 08

Zara broke down in tears.

“Lucian, I don’t know what Yasmin told Zayden, but he’s trying to kill me…”

A cold laugh escaped Zayden.

He shoved her away and turned to Lucian.

“Everything Yasmin suffered in prison was ordered by her.”

His voice was icy.

“If you stay with Zara, don’t expect to receive a single share of our pack’s company.”

“What?”

Lucian kicked Zara away as she clung to his leg crying, then grabbed Zayden by the shoulders.

“What did you just say?”

The moment he met Zayden’s bloodshot eyes, he understood.

Everything.

A bitter smile crossed his face.

He suddenly remembered the day Yasmin had thrown up, and how he had accused her of carrying another man’s child. He could still remember the disbelief in her eyes.

Taking a step back, he let out a self-mocking laugh.

“I’m the disgusting one.”

He looked at the stunned Zara with complete indifference.

“Carry on. Send her to a psychiatric hospital.”

“No! Lucian, you can’t do this to me! I’m your Luna!”

Zara screamed hysterically.

Lucian only smiled.

“I never loved you. Being with you was nothing more than an act. I only kept you around to provoke Yasmin.”

Zara collapsed onto the floor, her face drained of color.

Even as the warriors dragged her out of the room, her desperate screams echoed through the hallway.

Late that night, a black SUV stopped outside the pack cemetery.

Zayden practically leaped out of the vehicle and ignored the cemetery staff trying to stop him as he rushed

straight into the security office.

The moment the surveillance footage showed Yasmin collapsing at the cemetery gate and coughing up blood, he could no longer hold himself together.

He bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lucian hurried forward to steady him.

Then both of them froze.

The man who had taken Yasmin away appeared clearly on the surveillance screen.

Yasmin’s POV

I dreamed about Paxton again.

After I was released from prison, I fell into severe depression.

Even so,

while working at the pack cemetery, I always pretended to stay cheerful because I didn’t want

anyone to worry about me.

Paxton Pryce was my neighbor and the Alpha of this pack.

Unlike other Alphas, though, his face was always pale, and he moved so quietly that he seemed almost

weightless.

One night, I held a silver dinner knife against my wrist, ready to end everything.

Just then, someone knocked on my door.

When I opened it, Alpha Paxton stood outside.

His voice was gentle, “Do you have any water? The power’s out at my place.”

I blinked in surprise before taking a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and handing it to him.”

I never used cups. I never drank tap water.

The memories from prison were something I would never escape.

After accepting the bottle, he smiled softly.

“Would you mind if I came in for a while? As Alpha, I’m supposed to check on every newcomer in the pack.”

I’d seen plenty of news stories about women living alone getting into trouble.

But I was so lonely that stepped aside and let him in.

Instead of sitting down, Paxton looked toward the light fixture that had been broken for months.

I followed his gaze and fell silent.

I couldn’t afford to fix it.

I didn’t know how. So I’d simply left it that way.

Without another word, he found a toolbox and repaired it himself.

When the light finally came back on, he smiled.

“You never turn on the lights. I almost thought a ghost had moved in.”

I forced a faint smile but said nothing.

Before leaving, he looked at me seriously.

“You should spend more time in the sun. You don’t have to be this pale. It doesn’t suit you.”

I never told him I was sick.

After all, even the people closest to me hadn’t cared.

Why would a stranger?

After that, Paxton often brought me little gifts.

One day it was a small potted plant.

The next, a bouquet of dried flowers.

Then a few little decorations for my apartment.

He always said, “A home should feel lived in. Otherwise, loneliness settles in.”

Sometimes he picked me up after work at the cemetery, saying he happened to be patrolling the pack.

That was when I learned he was seriously ill too.

One day, he prepared a full table of food to celebrate.

We raised glasses of water instead of wine.

Neither of us could drink alcohol.

His heart couldn’t handle it.

My stomach couldn’t either.

That day he smiled at me.

“Ever since I met you, I haven’t had insomnia anymore.’

I smiled too.

Then somehow, while we were both smiling, tears quietly rolled down our faces.

On the day he died, he held my hand tightly.

“Don’t be afraid. Keep living. Everyone who hurt you will pay for what they’ve done.”

He had never asked about my past.

Yet somehow…

He had always known.

Alpha Paxton had no family.

His funeral was arranged by me and the other members of the pack.

After he was gone, I never turned on the lights again.

He had fixed that light.

It felt like only he should be the one to switch it on.

So I returned to living alone.

Eating alone. Working alone. Sitting awake until dawn. A body that continued breathing without a soul.

Until one day, I came down with a high fever.

As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I felt a warm hand resting gently against my forehead.

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at the blurry figure before me and whispered softly,

“Alpha Paxton… have I finally come to find you?”