The Alpha's Second Chance Mate

Note: This a work of fiction. Characters, places, or incidents that have a striking resemblance to reality are purely coincidental. Kindly keep an open mind when reading this book as the author might introduce new features as opposed to the usual narrative of the werewolf world. If at any point you have a comment, or an idea or are displeased with an incident in the novel, kindly voice it. Your input is as valuable as gold to me. I love you all. Thank you for opening and starting the journey of this story with me. With your help, I hope it becomes a great one on Goodnovel. A beautiful young girl with long hair was getting adorned with jewelries that reflected under the blazing moon. Her neck was covered with pearls, her wrists wore bracelets made from precious gems and her clothing was made of fine, soft silk with dazzling diamonds around the waistline. Saying she looked breathtaking was an insult to how divine this beauty looked. Staring at the mirror, she giggled, a blush formin

one foot in front of the other as fear ripped through her. The Pure Crescent pack kept to themselves mostly. Only the Alpha and the Delta's stepped outside. Lana only went out once or twice when the position of the future fell on her. But, never alone. She always went with Deltas and Scott by her side, it felt safe. Being out alone in the pitch-dark environment frightened her. She was from the low class, and people like her weren't allowed to train even if they qualified to. Alone, scared, weak, betrayed, and in pain were so many emotions to deal with. Her thinking was numb, what had happened was difficult to comprehend for her. Witnessing the backstabbing and coronation of another in place? She couldn't process all that. Before her body failed her, it was best to find some kind of refuge. Out here, stories about thieves and rogues who attacked and maimed other wolves, especially one from prestigious packs like Pure Crescent pack among others had been told before. As she kept stagge

Tyler was still bent, wrapping his arms protectively around the dead girl, contemplating what to do. His environment and all that came with it was silent, the moment slowly fading out.“We have to leave. It will only take minutes for the Rogues to come for their own. They can sense that something is wrong,” Viktor beckoned.“Where are the healers?” Tyler asked his voice firm, as well as his gaze that fell on Elijah.“They are back at the shelter. We only came with three in case anyone gets injured.”That was the response he needed. Tyler inhaled sharply, the scent of the girl filling his nostrils as well as a pull from her. She was his mate and even though she looked dead, he felt their bond. It was weak and almost unnoticed, but he wasn't wrong.Viktor and Elijah knew they couldn't fight anymore. Therefore, they gave in. They followed, making sure their eyes and body were wary. Their intervention would surely come with a price, and it worried Elijah the most. Tyler wasn't a careless

Thorns grew from the petals of roses around, forming a spiral shape. The air, husky and aggressive. Lana, clothed in white linen that stopped around her knees, barefoot walked the straight path to where she could see brightness. Jerked out of her trance, she whined in pain, reaching for her feet. They were bleeding, having been pricked countless times by the thorns on the path she wasn't conscious of.She sat, trying to pick them out. Where was she? How did she change into white, transparent linen that barely covered her nakedness? Dealing with the splinter, she heard the happy giggles of a child who soon grew into cries. Lana jolted to her feet, ignoring the harshness of her twinge. Her mind was confused.All traces of the flower withered, and it began to rain. Not water, but blood. Lana was drenched in blood, her white linen stained. She broke down in tears, sobbing, palms over her face.Determined to leave her current state and find answers that could explain where she was and why s

Kamala stared at her sister in disbelief. Katida wasn't a good Samaritan. She hated being bothered by any responsibility. If she had to do anything, she enforced and made sure that Kamala and Kaylee were involved too. What was she up to? Well, it wasn't in her place to worry. Her proposal sounded great. “Okay. That would be better. Let's go wash and change. One of us going to Tyler will be quicker. Make sure you announce yourself, Katida. Don't complicate things. Say exactly what we have seen,” Kaylee warned. She had doubts about the idea, but her tired body wouldn't be able to carry her to Tyler. She needed to rest.“Sure.”Kaylee and Kamala turned and left for their room, leaving Lana's fate in Katida's hands.* * *The meal served in front of Tyler and his men looked scrumptious to all except Tyler. Others were eager to dig in and explore every ingredient that had been mixed to create what would quench their hunger. But Tyler only saw fuel to laziness. He was opportune to eat, lau