A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 162

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Chapter 162

Draco stared at Patrick for a long moment, his chest heaving from the earlier clash.

Patrick’s words hung in the air.

Draco narrowed his eyes. “You talk like a man with a plan,” he said slowly, suspicion threading his voice.

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Patrick tilted his head, the corner of his lips twitching into a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. You could say that.” He reached into the inside pocket of his coat and drew something out-a dagger, slim and wickedly curved, its blade catching the pale light. The metal gleamed faintly, but there was something off about it. The closer Draco looked, the more the sheen seemed…

unnatural.

“What’s that?” Draco asked, his tone wary.

Patrick turned the dagger over in his hand like it was something precious. “Forged with pure silver,” he said quietly. “And tainted with wolfsbane. The tiniest scratch could slow down even an Alpha. A deep stab?” He met Draco’s eyes. “That would be enough to stop his heart before his body can heal.”

Draco’s smirk returned, wider this time. “You’ve been busy… you two-faced bastard.”

Patrick shrugged, sliding the dagger back into its sheath. “I came prepared. What? You think I simply came to warn you? That’s ridiculous. Alexander Blackwell may be a beast, but he bleeds like the rest of us. The trick is getting close enough to make him bleed.”

“And how do you plan to manage that?” Draco asked.

Patrick stepped forward. “You’ll lure him into the woods. He’ll follow-he won’t be able to

resist. You’ve seen the way he fights; he’s not one to retreat or think twice when his prey runs.

”

Draco arched a brow. “You think I’m going to play bait?”

“You wanted to make a spectacle of him, didn’t you? Think of this as the opening act. You draw him out, keep him focused on you. I’ll be waiting in the shadows for the right moment.”

Draco was silent for a beat. “I’m in.”

Patrick’s gaze hardened, his voice dipping into a cold murmur. “Alexander Blackwell dies today.”

For a moment, neither man spoke. The distant roars outside grew louder-the battle between

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the invading and defending wolves raging closer. Through the high window, the sky had begun to pale. Dawn was breaking.

Draco turned toward the sound and peered outside. His expression shifted as he caught sight of the fighting below. Strange wolves were tearing through his men.

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“Seems like Alexander brought backup after all,” Draco muttered, his jaw tightening. “Silver

Hollow wolves.”

Patrick joined him at the window, his eyes narrowing. “He planned this well.”

Draco laughed softly. “It won’t matter when he’s dead.”

Patrick’s smirk was thin and humorless. “Then we’d better move. If those wolves breach the compound, it’ll be too late to set the trap.”

“Fine,” Draco said.

Patrick smiled to himself. “Come on, Blackwell,” he murmured under his breath. “Let’s finish what should’ve ended years ago.”

Then he stepped into the mist and vanished.

Draco broke away from the clearing, his breath ragged as he ran into the woods. He had made sure Alexander saw him. He knew he would follow. It was the only card he had left to play.

He didn’t have to look back to know it was working. Behind him, the snapping of branches grew louder-heavy paws pounding the ground, the low, guttural snarl of the Blood Crescent Alpha in full pursuit. Alexander’s massive wolf cut through the forest.

Draco’s chest heaved as he reached a ridge and slowed. His fur bristled, fangs bared. He had led his predator straight into his den.

Hidden behind the thick trunk of an ancient tree, Patrick crouched in silence, his eyes cold. The dagger in his hand… one strike from it was enough to burn through a wolf’s veins, to silence his healing, to make even an Alpha bleed out slow and sure.

He’d watched the chase unfold exactly as he expected. Alexander’s fury made him predictable, driven by instinct, not strategy. He was powerful, yes. But power without control

was a death sentence.

Patrick smirked faintly, his grip tightening around the dagger. He had been waiting for this.

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The ground trembled as Alexander’s wolf emerged, his growl echoing through the trees. Draco turned sharply, fangs dripping, his yellow eyes glowing with defiance.

For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath.

Then the wolves collided.

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The impact shook the earth beneath them. Alexander’s jaws clamped around Draco’s shoulder, tearing through flesh and fur. Draco howled in pain and swung back with his claws, raking deep across Alexander’s flank, but the Blood Crescent Alpha didn’t flinch. His strength

was monstrous.

They rolled across the forest floor, snapping, biting, crushing. Every movement was raw and primal, fueled by rivalry and vengeance.

Draco lunged for his throat, but Alexander shifted his weight, slamming him into the ground. The crack of bones echoed through the trees. Blood sprayed across the leaves as Draco tried to twist away, but Alexander was faster. He clamped down on his neck, pressing until Draco’s growl turned into a choked whimper.

Patrick watched from his hiding spot. Draco was losing… and fast.

Alexander lifted his head, towering over Draco’s broken form. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, his chest heaving. Victory was close. He could taste it.

That was when Patrick moved.

He stepped out from behind the tree, his boots silent against the earth.

Alexander turned sharply, nostrils flaring as his gaze fell on him. Recognition flickered across his eyes. His growl softened… confused. Patrick. He was supposed to be on his side.

Patrick’s voice cut through the night, calm and steady. “You’re stronger than I thought,

Alexander.”

The wolf snarled low but didn’t attack.

Patrick took another step forward. “I told Draco he was a fool for provoking you. You’re not the kind of Alpha you trap in your den… you’re the kind you bury six feet under it.”

Alexander tilted his head slightly, his instincts screaming that something was off… but he was fighting to stay in control.

Patrick smiled faintly. “I’m on your side.”

And in that single breath of hesitation… Patrick struck.

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The wolf let out a deep groan… a sound so fierce the trees seemed to tremble. His body convulsed as the poison laced into his veins, burning through his system like wildfire.

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