A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

FAYE

I pushed open the door to our chambers, feeling the day’s weight still clinging to me like dust, and the first thing I saw was Alexander on the couch. He was half–reclined, laptop balanced on his thighs, eyes narrowed in concentration. The glow of the screen reflected against his cheekbones, highlighting that furrow he got whenever he was buried too deep in work.

“Hey,” I murmured.

He looked up instantly.

The crease between his brows softened, his whole expression warming as he leaned slightly toward me. I kissed his cheek, and he hummed a soft response–barely a sound, more like a quiet acknowledgment that he’d missed me, even if he wasn’t going to say it out loud right now. Then, just as quickly, his attention returned to the laptop.

I walked toward the closet, letting my heels slip off with little thuds along the way. My shirt was tucked neatly into my skirt, but it felt like a straightjacket after the day I’d had, so I tugged it free with a relieved sigh. I took a few breaths–just long enough to ground myself–then padded back out and sank beside Alexander on the couch, and he shifted automatically to make space. “How was your day?” he asked, eyes still scanning something on the screen.

“Fine,” I said. “Irene came by and tried to get me fired.”

That got his attention. His mouth quirked up in that half–smirk he couldn’t hide when he was amused. “Did it work?”

“It didn’t.”

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment and shook his head. “She can do much better.”

I nudged him, scandalized. “You actually like the idea of me getting fired?”

He spared me one glance–quick, boyish, and full of trouble–before bursting into a quiet laugh.

I rolled my eyes dramatically and leaned over his shoulder, partly to annoy him and partly because I really did want to see what he was working on. His scent hit me–and the combination relaxed me before I even realized it.

I wasn’t sure when sleep began tugging at me. One moment I was reading an email draft over his shoulder; the next, the words blurred. I blinked a couple of times, tried to straighten my posture, but my body wasn’t having it. I gave up and let my head drop onto his shoulder.

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I remember the warmth of him, his steady breathing, the faint clicking of keys.

Then nothing… just a slow drift into darkness.

And then… fire.

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I didn’t feel it–I saw it. Endless flames stretching in every direction. And in the center stood a wolf -his wolf… but not the Alexander I knew.

Adrian.

His fur was darker in the dream, almost blackened by soot, and his eyes–those eyes–glowed a violent, unbroken red. A red that wasn’t anger but something deeper, something feral.

He towered over another wolf… or what was left of one. The body was torn in half, blood pooling and sizzling as it hit the burning ground. Adrian stood panting, scratched and bleeding from several places, still standing strong. As if the fire was his throne, and he was entertaining the idea of destroying the world next.

My heart hammered, even inside the dream. Adrian was powerful–far stronger than Alexander ever allowed himself to be. Adrian was wild, merciless, unstoppable. And right now… he was

victorious.

I tried to move closer, but the flames pushed me back, swallowing everything in their roar until the heat and the blood and the red of those eyes blurred together-

“Faye?”

I blinked.

The fire vanished.

I was staring at Alexander’s face.

He was looking at me with a soft frown, one hand lightly squeezing my knee to get my attention. “I was saying you should go freshen up and eat something.”

It took a second for my surroundings to click back into place–the couch beneath me, the warm room, the faint hum of the laptop now closed beside him. I brought a hand to my face, rubbing gently, grounding myself.

I must have fallen asleep on him.

I inhaled slowly. The dream still clung to my mind… but not with fear, strangely. Not even with

dread. Something about the sight of Adrian standing unburned, unbroken–it didn’t feel like trouble.

It felt like… strength.

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I didn’t say that out loud, though. Not yet. I wasn’t even sure how to explain it without sounding

strange.

So I just nodded, letting a small smile lift my lips as I stood.

Then I turned and walked into the bathroom.

When I came back into the room after freshening up, the first thing that hit me was the smell- warm, rich, comforting.

My steps slowed automatically.

The dining corner in our chambers was no longer empty. Food was already set: steaming plates, covered bowls, a glass of something cold waiting beside them.

For a moment, I just stood there, blinking.

“Is this for me?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious. The smell alone made my stomach react with sudden hunger.

Alexander looked up from where he was still seated with his laptop. “Yes,” he said simply. “I figured you’d be too tired to go out for dinner, so I had them bring it in.”

A small, grateful smile tugged at my mouth. “Thank you,” I said–and meant it.

Then I rushed to my food like the starving little wolf I apparently was.

The first spoonful was heaven, and I barely resisted the urge to close my eyes. But as I kept eating, my mind drifted–slowly at first, then completely–back to what I’d seen earlier.

My dream. My vision… whatever it was.

Alexander–no, Adrian–standing tall, bleeding, savage, victorious, surrounded by fire but

untouched by it. The red in his eyes had burned brighter than the flames around him. And the other wolf… ripped clean in half.

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