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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...
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Chapter 6

"Regan Turner," I blink. Did my pack's Alpha just give me his suit jacket and buy me shoes? When did I get important?

Nicole Timothy grabs me and squeals, "You met The Regan Turner. OMG, you're so lucky!"

"Is he our top client here?"

"He is a VVIP client. Today, he bought our limited edition Ferrari. He's bought at least twelve cars from our store. I mean he bought six cars in one day from this store. He is rich as fuck. And don't forget. He is fine. His family are eccentric but they are legends. People say." Nicole gush about the Turners like I don't already know about them. She talks like she worships him. He is that impressive? Buying six cars in one day? Most of the cars in the store cost at least several hundred grand with the most expensive here, the Ford Mustang about a million bucks. Who spends money like that these days? But this young, rich, billionaire wolf gave me his suit jacket and bought me shoes. My face breaks into a smile and my heart blossoms.

"Hello?!"

I look up to see a couple, hands intertwined, looking haughtily at me. "I want to buy a car from here. They say this store have luxurious cars."

"We do, ma'am." I proceed to find the catalog book from under the paperwork.

"My boyfriend is buying me an Ashton Martin. Got any here?" She fans her gigantic eyelashes.

"Any Ashton Martin you've got in this store?" The boyfriend half yell at me like I'm a halfwit. I suppress myself from rolling my eyes, put on my killer smile instead and lead them to the garage.

♣ ♣ ♣

I return home tired and weary from the day's shift. Aaron Turner is sitting at the porch and I ignore him, passing by but he grabs my wrist and I turn, ready to scold him.

"Whose suit jacket are you wearing?" He eyes Regan Turner's suit jacket like he has a problem with it.

I look back at the blue suit jacket and regard him growing irritation, "how is the suit jacket I'm wearing any of your business?"

His face contorts and he orders, "take it off."

Is he joking? "What?"

"Take that thing off, Leticia."

I look at him like he has a few nuts missing in his brain and it's open, gushing nonsense. He rises to his feet, towering above me, hostility emanating from him. My heart skips a beat. "Do you have any self-respect? Is it every man that you wear his things?"

I smile, anger slicing through me like a knife, "have you lost your darn mind, Aaron Turner? Don't forget you're in my house." That seems to set him straight and he takes a big step back.

He sighs like he knows what he has done. I want him gone from my house right now. "I don't know what happened... I'm sorry..."

"Go fuck yourself," I snap and shake off his grip, barging inside the house, in an angry march. I hear him muttering curses. He kicks something and now I feel my eyes glisten.

Aaron's POV:

Why did I do that? I grab the plastic chair I had kicked and sit, my head in my hands. I am just starting to get close to her and I ruined everything. My mate. She is my mate. It came as a shock and didn't as well. I commend the moon goddess for choosing a beautiful, capable mate for me. I hadn't even realized she is my mate until that night I kissed her. In fact, the first time I laid my eyes on her, I felt a pull towards her like she was a magnet and I was a metal. But judging by my interactions with her, I think she doesn't realize it. I've waited so long to find my mate only to see that the moon goddess once again played a trick on me.

When I sniffed Regan's scent on that piece of clothing she wore-I knew it wasn't hers. I knew how she was dressed before she left. I instinctively tried to pry it off of her body. Even after successfully becoming Alpha, Regan still wants to leave his imprints on my things. On my mate. I can't let him. I shouldn't have done that. I scared her and I might be thrown out of the house later.

She comes out a while later, dressed in a blue sundress and black sandals. I stand and reach out for her but retract my hand. Oh, how I want to grab her and kiss her hard, pin her against the wall and feel every inch of her body, maybe punish her for letting Regan talk to her. "Leticia..."

"How long did you say you were staying again?" She looks at with coldly. She's distant. The warmth I saw in her eyes yesterday has vanished.

My heart drops and I swallow. "Just for three nights." I want to stay longer than three nights. I want her to realize I'm her mate. Why can't she see that? I have already ruined that chance and I might never see her again.

"Okay." She spins and leaves the house. I watch her gets smaller and smaller in the distance until she's out of my sight.

Her mother comes out. She must have caught me staring. I swear Leticia's curves are pulling. "When are you going to tell her?"

I pull my gaze from where I saw Leticia disappear and look at Mrs. Olsen. "What?"

"When are you going to tell her you're mates?"

My eyes widen. "How did you know?"

"I saw it the first day you came over. I'm seeing it now. It's in your eyes. The flashing."

So, that's how they find out. I nod. "I-"

"She knows you're her mate but she's in denial. Though I could be misinterpreting." She finds herself a plastic chair from the stack of it resting in the nook of the porch. She sits beside me. "Are you willing to accept my daughter as your mate, Aaron?"

I laugh self deprecatingly, "mother knows I've been waiting for her all my life."

"Then, tell her."

"Mrs. Olsen. She doesn't feel anything for me and I... sort of scared her."

"Then, wait for matters to settle."

I look at her with an apologetic smile. She must think it's easy. I used to think finding your mate is easy-just when it comes, you're both in the same fucking place and boom, it happens, you both confess your feelings to each other. That's all. I have held some kind of longing for my mate, always picturing what she'd be like. And indeed, she is incredible but she's incredibly hot tempered. I feel unlucky. I never got lucky with my siblings. We all hate each other. I never get lucky with my love life. Most of the girls I've date secretly simped for Regan, the impressive one in my family and I always end up breaking up with them first. Am I not good enough that every little action of yours is for my little brother's scrutiny?

"Your family. How are they all doing? Have you talked with any of them?"

"They're great," I mutter casually.

"At least, some of them has found their mates. When will Alpha Regan get his?"

I squeeze my eyes. I really don't want to talk about my little brother. If there's one thing I want to eradicate from my life, it's Regan Turner.

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