Second Chance Mate Regretted
I'm Margot Blake. For 8 years, I've been bound to Jaxon Calloway-my enemy-tormented by him over my sister Lauren and his brother Henry's deaths . When I get late-stage liver cancer (3 weeks left), Jaxon still humiliates me, even auctioning a night with me. I endure his cruelty, from forcing unbinding potions to making me kneel on glass, while he fawns over Aubrey (a Lauren look-alike).
As I near death, I visit Henry and Lauren's shrine, then my estranged parents, before going to the lake where the crash happened and jumping in. Jaxon ignores the enforcers' calls about my death until he sees my body. Overwhelmed with guilt, he punishes Aubrey, honors my wish to care for my parents, and eventually kills himself.
Reborn, we all get a second chance.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 4
"Roll down," Jaxon ordered, his voice like a blade. "Do it, and I'll let this slide."
I clung to the railing, my knuckles pink. "Jaxon, she's not Lauren! Is she worth losing your damn mind over?"
"As long as she's close enough to Lauren, yeah, she is," he snarled, his eyes dark and vicious. "Since you won't take your punishment willingly-push her."
One of the guards shoved me hard. I screamed as I tumbled down the stairs, my body slamming into the steps. Glass shards bit into my flesh, blood pooling and trailing down the steps like a lake.
I struggled to push myself up, my vision swimming, but before I could steady myself, they dragged me back up. Another shove. Another fall.
Again. And again.
Until I couldn't move anymore. Blood sprayed from my mouth, staining my shirt red. Everything went black.
When I came to, the nurses' whispers drifted down the hall.
"Aubrey's scratch healed days ago, but Jaxon's still fawning over her, like she's made of glass."
"Meanwhile, the she-wolf in 302? She's a wreck. Covered in wounds, and not a soul's brought her food."
"Heard she's his real mate."
"Shh, don't talk about it."
I shut my eyes, tears slipping silently down my cheeks.
I lingered in the healer's den a few more days, my body wasting away. The painkillers couldn't touch the cancer's fire in my gut anymore. I knew staying here was pointless, so I checked myself out early.
When I got home, Jaxon was in the living room, about to brush past me into his study like I was invisible. I leaned against the wall, weak, and called out, "Jaxon, my birthday's in Three days."
"So?" He turned, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to spend my last birthday with you."
"Last?" He scoffed. "What, you in a rush to kick the bucket?"
I smiled faintly. "Yeah, you could say that. Will you do it?"
He thought I was just mouthing off. "Sure," he said, smirking. "I'll make it a birthday you won't forget." The way he leaned on "unforgettable" dripped with malice.
On my birthday, I followed the address Jaxon texted me to a hotel. When I pushed open the door, I froze.
The banquet hall was decked out like a funeral parlor. A coffin sat dead center, surrounded by wreaths of chrysanthemums. My "memorial" photo hung on the wall, blown up for all to see. The guests wore black, armbands pinned to their sleeves, staring at me like I was the main act in some twisted play.
"Like it?" Jaxon stepped out from the crowd, his smile sharp and mocking. "Margot, I planned your funeral just for you."
I stared at my photo, then laughed softly. "I love it."
He blinked, clearly thrown. "If you love it," he said, his voice turning icy, "go stand by your coffin."
He gestured, and a few of his wolf buddies stepped forward, lighting incense and waving it at me like I was already gone.
"Die quick and move on, Margot," one sneered.
"Don't cross Jaxon in your next life," another added.
"Rest in peace."
I smiled and nodded, taking it all in stride.
When the "ceremony" ended, I turned to leave, but Jaxon grabbed my arm. "What's your deal?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, calm as could be.
"Why didn't you trash this place?" He stared me down, eyes burning. "You hate it when I humiliate you."
I met his gaze, steady and quiet. "Because this isn't humiliation. I really like your gift."
After all, I'm actually dying.
Keep Reading
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to
Unlock All Chapters
You may also like
8.2
They say Alpha Kael Vorthrane is not a man.
He is a curse.
A beast born from betrayal.
A ruler who destroyed entire packs to build his throne.
And now... he owns mine.
I am Liora Ashwyn.
Daughter of the Dark Moon Alpha.
The girl my own parents handed over like a peace offering when Alpha Kael came for revenge.
I watched him slaughter my pack.
I watched my parents choose me to save themselves.
And I watched his soldiers drag me away to be his "gift."
But when Alpha Kael finally looked at me...
He didn't see a slave.
He saw the daughter of the people who ruined his life.
And he decided I would pay for their sins.
Kael doesn't just want my body.
He wants my fear.
My pride.
My spirit.
He wants to break me slowly.
Because his wolf is insatiable.
Cruel.
Hungry for revenge.
And I am the perfect victim.
But Alpha Kael doesn't know one thing...
I am not as weak as I look.
And the girl he plans to destroy might be the only one capable of destroying him.
Or worse...
Becoming the one thing his wolf never expected.
His perfect mate.
7.1
️ Warning: This collection is sinfully explicit. Just glancing will make you squirm. If you can't handle moans, ropes, or hands where they shouldn't be turn back now.
You've been warned.
They say it's just fiction... but these stories burn too real.
Every page drips with lust, danger, and forbidden desire.
There are no love stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, and the kind of encounters that leave your pulse racing and your body aching for more.
Inside these pages, you'll find hotel hookups, forbidden age gaps, dominant bosses, naughty students with teachers, moaning nurses, lesbians, stepfathers who cross the line, and desperate daughters who let them and vice versa. From BDSM dungeons to office desks, from late-night threesomes to risky public play... no fantasy is off-limits.
Midnight Pleasures is a no-limits collection of erotic short stories meant to tease, tempt, and utterly satisfy. Quick hits. Slow burns. Rough rides. Dangerous desires. Even the ones you've never admitted out loud.
Quietly, let's go on a journey full of pleasure. Cloud nine is overrated, there's a next cloud after that. Let's show you.
7.9
I came with a mission to kill the Lord of the empire, Mark. "Lara, I am pleased with you." Fireworks bloomed above us as I looked down at Mark kneeling on one knee. The dagger hidden in my sleeve almost slipped from my grasp. "Are you willing to marry me as my wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm rang sharply in my mind, urging me to complete my mission, but I still chose to move forward without hesitation.
Reality, however, was far crueler than I expected. "Lara, as Mark's wife, you must not leave the palace for three years and, when the time comes, gracefully step down." "Okay," I answered lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. That night, flames swallowed my courtyard, the fire blazing high enough to erase everything I had endured. I thought it was my end.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he proposed. The same fireworks. The same man on one knee. Only this time, Mark's eyes were filled with tears as he held my hand and whispered, "Lara, don't go."
8.4
Locked in a basement. Called a monster. Sold to a council of wolves. Elif Demir has never known kindness. Until him.
Niklas Vollbrecht is a pureblood alpha who should hate everything she is. But when the Council forces them into a deadly competition, the bond between them becomes impossible to ignore. He claims she is his mate. She claims she remembers nothing of their shared past.
As forbidden desire ignites, Elif uncovers a terrifying truth. She is not just a half blood. She is the descendant of the First Wolf. And her heart holds the power to save their world or burn it down.
7.4
She was the mute plaything of a tyrant. Now, she is the mother of a god.
In the brutal North, Elara is a "broken" Pureblood-a silent servant stripped of her voice and forced into the bed of the cruel Alpha Kaelen. But when she escapes into the perpetual violet dusk of the Forbidden Wastes, she carries a secret that will shatter the world: a pregnancy conceived under a cursed eclipse.
The child, Aethelred, is not a normal wolf. Born of silver moonlight and ancient void-fire, he is the prophesied Vessel-a being destined to either bridge the gap between light and dark or consume the world in a never-ending hunger.
As Elara transforms from a hunted rogue into a formidable Queen, she must lead an army of outcasts against those who would steal her son's power. From the blood-soaked Obsidian Fortress to the shifting sands of the Eastern Continent, Elara and her loyal protector, the scarred warrior Caspian, must navigate a world of terrifying Void-Walkers, fanatical cults, and primordial gods.
The "Secret Pregnancy" is no longer a secret. The "Mute" is no longer silent. And as the stars themselves begin to fall, Elara must decide: Will she protect her son from the world, or the world from her son?
9.2
I woke up gasping for air, my fingers clawing at a neck that was smooth instead of bruised. The air smelled of lavender and expensive starch, not the metallic tang of blood and the mold of the basement where I had just died.
A text flashed on my phone from Derrick, the man I thought was the love of my life: "Good morning, my angel. I can't wait to see you tonight." The heart emoji mocked me, a remnant of a girl who was once stupid, blind, and pathetically in love.
In my past life, I was the perfect, submissive fiancée. I didn't realize the "vitamins" Derrick gave me were actually a cocktail of drugs designed to keep me foggy and compliant while he and my own uncle dismantled my father’s company. I stood by him as my parents died in a "car accident" that I now know was a murder he orchestrated. By the time I realized I was married to the devil, he had already stripped me of my wealth, my family, and finally, my breath.
I stared at the gold-embossed calendar on the vanity: June 12, 2014. The day of our engagement party. The day I originally signed my life away to a monster who saw me as nothing more than a bank account to be drained.
I felt a cold, sharp rage replace the terror. I wasn't going to be the victim this time. I wasn't going to take his pills or wear the modest, pastel dress he chose to make me look like a saint.
"I need a match," I whispered to the most dangerous man in the city, Branch Brewer, as I gripped his tie in a hotel hallway. "I want to spend your money until Derrick chokes on it. I want to watch his empire crack."
Reborn on the morning of the gala, I’ve traded my white lace for black silk. The guest list is set, the press is waiting, and Derrick thinks he’s about to win it all. He has no idea that the "fragile" girl he murdered is back to burn his world to the ground.