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 3
Ashton stirred with a low growl, thick fur brushing against his bedsheets. His limbs ached slightly and his head felt heavy.
Why am I in wolf form?
He was sprawled across his bed in wolf form. Disoriented, he rolled onto his side, paws clumsy against the fabric. With a sharp breath, he began to shift. Bones cracked. Muscles twisted. And in seconds, he was standing in his room, barefoot, naked, and confused.
"What the hell...?" he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. "Why did I shift last night? I don't remember anything."
Lupus? he called out to the presence in his head.
There was a long silence before his wolf replied, I don't know. I blacked out too.
What do you mean you don't know? You were in control, not me.
I wasn't, Lupus said, sounding unsettled. I remember nothing after we got into bed.
A strange chill swept over Ashton's skin. That had never happened before. Lupus always remembered everything. Always knew when and why they shifted.
Still frowning, Ashton turned to the digital clock on his nightstand.
7:27 AM.
His eyes widened. "Shit!"
He groaned and rushed into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and scrubbing furiously. There was a strange fog in his head, like he'd been drugged or pulled out of a long, too-real dream. Something tugged at the edge of his memory, but he couldn't quite grasp it.
He stared at his reflection.
Why do I feel so... off?
He shook his head, spitting into the sink. Forget it. We're late.
He jumped into the shower, letting the hot water pound against his skin, trying to wake himself up. That's when it hit him, like a gut punch.
"Damn! Are you seriously staring at her again?"
"Shut up, Cole."
"You're hopeless. Will you ever confess to her?"
"I will."
"When?"
"Tomorrow. I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell her."
"REALLY?!"
Ashton's eyes flew open. He remembered now, the conversation he'd overheard yesterday in Geography. James and Cole were sitting just in front of him, too lost in their chat to notice he was listening.
James had made up his mind. He was going to confess to Melanie.
He'd been crushing on her forever. Ashton didn't know all the details, but ever since he transferred to Crestwood a month ago, it had been obvious. James only had eyes for her.
At first, it had shocked Ashton. Then disappointed him. His destined mate was a human. A hybrid boy. One who had no idea werewolves even existed. One who had lost both his parents young, who never knew that his mother was probably a werewolf. And worst of all, the boy was hopelessly in love with a girl. A human girl. Ashton had tried ignoring him, tried keeping his distance. But it was useless. He soon found himself sitting near him in every class, drawn in by his scent, utterly addicted.
And now, his mate was about to give his heart to someone else.
Ashton had made a decision last night. He wasn't going to let that happen. If anyone was going to ask Melanie out, it would be him. Not because he wanted her but because he couldn't bear the thought of James being with someone else.
This is a bad idea, Lupus said suddenly, his voice low and hesitant in Ashton's mind.
Ashton blinked, startled by the interruption. What? Why? You agreed with me last night.
I know I did, Lupus muttered, almost sheepish. But now I think it's not a good idea anymore.
Why the sudden change? Ashton frowned. You were the one who said we needed to stop him. That we couldn't let him give his heart to someone else.
I don't know... Lupus paused. Something feels off. I can't explain it.
Ashton gritted his teeth. You're the one who helped me come up with this plan in the first place. And now you're backing out?
I told you I don't remember everything from last night, Lupus said. Maybe that should be a warning. Something's not right, Ashton.
Ashton let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "Whatever," he muttered, jaw clenched. "I'm doing it anyway. It's just less than two months. Once James turns eighteen, he'll feel the bond. We just need to hold things together until then."
Lupus didn't respond.
When is James going to do it? Before class? Shit-
Ashton rushed out from the shower, barely drying off, heart thudding in panic. He pulled on his clothes jeans, a hoodie without much thought. While brushing his hair back, he began rehearsing the lines in his head. Keep it casual. Be confident.
Would you like to go out with me?
Grabbing his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and darted down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
His parents and older sister sat at the breakfast table, the scent of eggs and toast wafting through the air.
"I'm eating at the canteen!" he called out, already halfway out the door.
"You'll regret that when you're starving by ten!" his sister yelled after him.
But Ashton was already gone, sprinting toward his car, heart pounding for reasons he refused to name.
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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.