Second Chance Mate

Leticia Olsen's POV: How did I get here? How did I turn from the happiest woman in the world to this pathetic, weepy loser whose mother walk on eggshells around? My mate paired with me by the moon goddess has broken me just like his mother and and an outlander who's living with them has wished, the outlander manipulating them. I have become a self-hating, anger-driven idiot in an all out war for a man I was mated to. I see pieces of myself on the shards of the broken mirror on the floor. I can barely recognize the pieces of this wolf looking back at me. Aaron Turner has ruined me. Aaron Turner has broken me. He was my mate. My world. My Alpha. Was. I am obsessed with him. I gave him my soul. I gave him my body, my spirit, my wolf and it turns out, I'm not even family. I'm something to be discarded at will. I should have been something more. So much more. Aaron's POV: Leticia... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It's all my fault...

Chapters

Chapter 1

Leticia Olsen's POV:

How did I get here? How did I turn from the happiest woman in the world to this pathetic, weepy loser whose mother walks on eggshells around? My mate paired with me by the moon goddess has broken me just like his mother and an outlander who's living with them has wished; the outlander manipulating them. I have become a self-hating, anger-driven idiot in an all out war for a wolf I was mated to. I see pieces of myself on the shards of the broken mirror on the floor. I can barely recognize the pieces of this wolf looking back at me. Aaron Turner has ruined me. Aaron Turner has broken me. He was my mate. My world. My Alpha. Was. I am obsessed with him. I gave him my soul. I gave him my body, my spirit, my wolf and it turns out, I'm not even family. I'm something to be discarded at will. I should have been something more. So much more....

♣. ♣. ♣

I hear shuffling from outside my locked door and I turn sharply. Is it him? Has he found us? Is he going to take them away?

"My child, please, come eat something. It's not the end of the world. The moon goddess has always been generous. She will bring your mate back to his senses. Hell, she might even pair you with someone else. Your true mate. You can fall in love twice, Leticia and... and move on. I don't want to lose you. Come on out, my child," she chokes, "Please, Leticia..."

I can't fall in love again. If it isn't Aaron Turner, it's no one else. In my arms, two tiny flushed faces stare back at me. My right hand grip around a knife laced with special wolfsbane.

The mark on the side of my neck starts to itch. That damned mark. I try to scratch on it but it's becoming worse. My eyes start to falter. No! One of my cubs whimper. I coo him and kiss him tenderly, my body shaking of starvation. I let the knife drop aside and I gently drop my cubs on my bed. Then I grab the knife and slit the wound on the part of my neck that itches, blood gushing like water. She's punishing me. Why did he have to be so special? I should have rejected him. I slit on his mark on my neck again. I should have rejected him. I slowly fall on the bed, next to my twins. I hear the muffled sound of crying. The darkness now seems hazy, swirling like a maelstrom that can't suck me in but leave me trapped. I hear a man's voice. A voice I've longed so desperately, to hear. I can't cry or tell him words. I don't even see him. I falter.

Aaron's POV:

Leticia... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It's all my fault...

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The pen felt like a dagger in my hand, heavy and sharp enough to draw blood. I stared at the cream-colored cardstock on the mahogany desk, the ink blurring under my gaze. "Stop trembling, Clara," Alpha Colton’s voice sliced through the silence of his office. It wasn’t a request; it was a command laced with the Alpha tone that forced my wolf to cower in submission. "It’s pathetic." I gripped the pen harder, my knuckles turning white. "You can’t do this, Colton. Please." Colton turned away from the window, his silhouette imposing against the afternoon sun. He looked every bit the powerful Alpha—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, radiating an aura that used to make my heart flutter. Now, it just made me cold. He walked over to the desk, his fingers idly straightening his diamond cufflinks—a nervous tic he thought I didn’t notice.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.5

After My Mate Chose His Rogue Mistress

8.5

I smoothed the midnight blue silk of my gown one last time, watching my reflection in the full-length mirror. The dress was perfect—regal without being ostentatious, modest enough to play the dutiful Luna while concealing the small vial of Wolfsbane antidote tucked into my clutch alongside the flash drive that would change everything. My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly beneath my skin. "Tonight," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of months of careful planning. Tonight. "Mommy?" Amy's small voice pulled me from my thoughts. She stood in the doorway, her silver eyes—so like mine—wide with concern. "Why is Daddy angry lately?" I knelt down, gathering my daughter into my arms. The mate mark on my neck throbbed, a constant reminder of the bond I'd soon sever. "Sometimes, sweetheart, people forget what's truly important." I brushed a strand of dark hair from her face.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.8

Betrayed by My Fated Mate

9.8

I have loved Bryce Hayes for eight years without ever being asked to. That's the part no one knows. Not Mira, not the pack, not the man himself. Just me, and the wolf inside me who went quiet a long time ago — not from grief, but from the slow, steady drain of giving everything to someone who never once looked your way. My name is Lilly Evans. I'm a Delta in the Ironveil Pack, twenty-four years old, unremarkable by every measure that matters here. I train with the warriors. I file reports. I keep my head down and my scar covered and I tell myself that proximity is enough. That watching him lead from a distance is enough.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

From Rejected Rogue to Queen

9.6

I stood in the Silver Moon Pack's parking lot, feeling like an intruder despite the invitation clutched tightly in my hand. The grand pack house loomed before me, its familiar façade both beautiful and menacing in the fading afternoon light. Five years had passed since I'd last set foot on these grounds, yet the knot in my stomach felt just as tight as the day I'd left. 'We can do this,' my wolf, Lyra, whispered in my mind. 'We're not who we once were.' I smoothed down my simple grey dress, deliberately chosen for its modesty. Alexander had insisted on accompanying me, but I'd convinced him to arrive separately. This was something I needed to face first on my own terms, without the immediate shield of his royal status. 'You're a queen now,' I reminded myself, touching the mating mark on my neck hidden beneath my high collar. 'His queen.' The rumble of an approaching engine drew my attention. A gleaming black SUV rounded the corner, slowing as it approached the puddle beside me.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.6

Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

7.6

A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room. She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland. Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror. Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open. He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts. The situation was a complete death trap. Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts. Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall. Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises. The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled. As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl. She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game. Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man. "Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you." With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.

Fantasy Modern Romance Sci-Fi

8.8

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

8.8

The full moon bathed the forest in ethereal silver light, casting long shadows between the ancient pines as I ran with my pack. My paws barely touched the ground, each leap sending exhilarating jolts through my body. These monthly pack runs were when I felt most alive—most connected to my wolf and to Ryan. My inner wolf, Lily, howled with joy as we darted between trees, the scents of pine, earth, and pack filling our senses. Eight months pregnant or not, nothing could diminish the freedom I felt during these sacred runs. *This is perfect*, I thought, feeling the comforting presence of my mate somewhere ahead, leading our pack as the powerful Alpha he was. Three years into our bond, and my heart still swelled with pride knowing I was Luna to the mighty Silvermoon Pack. That's when I caught it—a scent that didn't belong. Wild, untamed, with undertones of something cloying and artificial. Rogue.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Second Chance Mate

Chapter 1

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