Second Chances: Bound by the Moon
Alpha Ashton's life fall apart when his fake girlfriend Melanie dies from a miscarriage. With no way to prove his innocence, Ashton escapes into the wild and pleads the Moon Goddess for a second chance. He wakes up in the past with no memory of what happened.
But James, a quiet human boy who had a crush on Melanie, remembers everything. Convinced he's been sent back to save her, he's determined to win her heart before Ashton can.
What James doesn't know is Ashton isn't chasing Melanie but he's quietly battling the bond that pulls him toward James, his mate.
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Chapter 2
A large black wolf thundered down the narrow streets, its paws pounding the pavement as startled people scattered in fear. Someone hurled a stone. It struck the wolf's side, drawing a deep, guttural growl. But it didn't stop. It pressed on fast, until the concrete gave way to grass and trees.
The forest embraced it in darkness and silence. The wolf kept running, deeper and deeper. For another half hour, it pushed forward before finally collapsing beneath an old oak, chest heaving, limbs trembling.
Night was falling. The moon slowly rose above the treetops, casting silver light across the forest floor.
The wolf lifted its gaze to the sky. Tears glistened in its eyes, spilling slowly onto the earth. 'We shouldn't have got close to her', it thought. 'I never touched her,' a voice inside it replied. 'I never even wanted to. I only ever longed for our mate.'
But no one believed Ashton. He couldn't give the police what they wanted-he couldn't risk revealing what he was.
A heavy silence settled in the trees, broken only by the wind brushing against the leaves.
'We don't know who did that to her. But it was a werewolf. And now she's gone. And...I can't even prove my innocence.'
The wolf lowered its head.
'Lupus, How am I supposed to return now? How can we walk among humans again? They'd cage us. Turn us into something to be studied.'
A bitter exhale.
'So what now Ashton? Are we to wander these woods alone? A rogue.'
'I don't know.'
Lupus' eyes lifted once more to the moon, shining high above.
'Tomorrow's our mate's 18th birthday. The day he would have finally felt the bond between us. Will we ever get to see him again?'
Lupus stared at the moon, eyes full of regret.
'He must hate us now. After everything.'
The wind stirred again, and Lupus closed his eyes, breath catching.
'Moon Goddess... if we had a second chance, I'd never let things fall apart like this. Even if he rejected us... even if he never loved us back... I'd never let this happen.'
Lupus' eyes filled with tears again. He curled in on himself beneath the oak, swallowed by shadows and sorrow.
**
"James! James! Get up! It's already seven!"
James groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. His grandmother stood at the edge of his bed, her voice laced with urgency.
She paused, frowning as she got a better look at him. "Oh my-your eyes! They're so puffy! Didn't you sleep at all last night?"
"I don't even remember when I fell asleep," James mumbled, his voice hoarse.
His grandmother brushed a hand through his hair. "James, are you really going to ask her out today? You sure you like her that much?"
James blinked at her, confused. "Grandma... are you feeling okay?"
She tilted her head at him. "Of course I'm okay," Her fingers paused in his hair. "I just wonder... don't you think you should wait a little longer? Maybe ask her out after you turn 18? Things might feel clearer by then."
His heart skipped a beat. This is the same thing his grandma told him the day he was going to ask Melanie out.
"Grandma..." His voice dropped, panicked. "She's dead."
"What?" The old woman squinted at him, clearly concerned. "Don't tell me you already confessed over the phone last night and she turned you down?"
James sat up abruptly, his breath hitching in his throat. For a fleeting moment, he thought his grandmother had wokem him up because today was his birthday. But that warmth twisted into confusion, then dread.
"Oh, it's alright, Jamie. You deserve someone better," his grandmother said with a grin tugging at her lips. She quickly turned away to hide it. "Anyway, come on now. I made breakfast. Get up and eat before it gets cold," she said, already heading out of the room.
He stared at the doorway for a long moment, baffled. What's happening?
Then he heard it. A soft meow.
His eyes widened. He bolted out of bed and rushed into the hallway. There, curled up in the corner was Meow.
"Oh my God... you're back!" he gasped, scooping the cat into his arms. "Grandma! Did you see? Meow's back!"
From the kitchen, his grandmother called out, "Back? What are you talking about? You fed him yourself last night, didn't you?"
James's voice trembled. "No... he went missing. I thought he died."
She let out a loud laugh. "What on earth, James? Did you have some crazy dream last night?"
James didn't respond. His heart was thundering in his chest. Something was wrong.
His gaze swept the room, suddenly landing on the clock on the wall. It was ticking steadily, its hands pointing to 7:05. But that clock had been dead for two days. The batteries were out.
What the hell...?
His arms loosened around the cat. Meow leapt down and padded away as James bolted back to his bedroom.
He skidded to a stop just inside the door.
His room was spotless. His books were neatly stacked on the desk-books he clearly remembered knocking over in frustration.
Then his eyes found the small calendar beside his lamp.
October 3.
His breath hitched.
Yesterday, it had been November 27th.
Did I go back in time?
Or... was it all just a dream?
No way!
Does this mean Melanie is alive?
Wait! October 3! It's the day I planned to confess to her...
And Ashton Everett beat me to it.
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9.2
Her Bestie's Brother
She only came over to spend time with her best friend-
not to run into her infamous senior brother, the campus playboy everyone warned her about.
Every time she saw him, she felt nothing but disgust.
How could someone who had a sister he adored still treat girls like toys?
But when he walked into the house with a group of girls trailing behind him, her frustration finally snapped-
and she cursed him out without caring who heard.
Then came the day they all hung out, played too much, drank too much...
and the night spiraled into something neither of them ever expected.
A reckless moment.
A passionate night.
A mistake-or something else?
Now, she can't stop asking herself:
Will this change the way she sees him?
And more dangerously... will this change him?
7.7
They took everything from her. Her freedom, her pack, and her name.
Sofia Fletcher has survived four years of slavery, a mate who rejected her for her own stepsister, and the kind of cruelty that teaches you never to hope. She has one rule left: trust no one.
Then Draco walks into an auction house and takes her.
He doesn't bid. He doesn't ask. He simply crosses a room full of bowed heads because when the most powerful being alive enters, everyone drops their eyes, and he takes her home.
He is an Alpha King like no other. Werewolf. Vampire. Demon king. Dragon slayer. Immortal. And he has been searching for Sofia for years, because she is the one thing in his long, terrible life he cannot walk away from.
His fated mate.
Sofia wants nothing to do with him. She is an Omega the lowest rank in pack society with a dangerous secret buried in her blood, and a past that left scars no one is allowed to touch. Draco is patient, possessive, and impossible to ignore, and the mate bond humming beneath her skin is beginning to feel less like a curse and more like an answer.
But Sofia's secret is the kind that gets witches killed. And Draco's world is full of enemies including the brother who wants to destroy him, and the father who will use anyone to take back what he lost.
Falling for the Alpha King was never the plan but fate has it's own plan.
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
9.5
I was the heiress to a real estate empire, celebrating my engagement to Douglas at our Manhattan penthouse.
But when I stepped into the master bedroom, I caught him sleeping with my best friend, Krystle.
Before I could even react, Douglas forced me to sign away my family's entire trust fund.
He held up a tablet and forced me to watch a live feed of my parents being burned alive in our Hamptons estate.
"The fire hasn't reached the main house yet, sign it and I'll call them off," he lied.
As soon as the ink dried, he beat me to the ground and locked me in the soundproof study.
He poured twenty-three-year-old whiskey on the carpet and dropped a lit cigar.
"You could have walked away with nothing, but alive," he sneered.
He left me to burn to death while he and Krystle went back to our engagement party to drink champagne.
As the flames melted my skin and my bones shattered against the bulletproof glass, I couldn't understand it.
How could the man who promised me forever brutally exterminate my entire family just for money?
But I didn't die in that fire.
Three years later, with a reconstructed face and a new identity as the mysterious global designer Alice Moreau, I returned to New York.
Watching Douglas and Krystle flaunt the wealth they stole from my family's ashes, I smiled behind my black veil.
It was time to make them pay with everything they had.
7.3
Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined.
On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry.
In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her.
Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit.
Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite.
Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her.
"This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered.
Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status.
But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust.
Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air.
"If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family."
"But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez."
She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.