Second Chance Alpha

             Jason PovI head back to my parent's home to have dinner with my family. It's been a month since I last stopped by to visit. I do somewhat miss being apart of the pack, but things have changed, I've changed. I'm not the guy I was a year ago. After I lost Ashley, this anger filled me. Every passing day when I was apart of the pack, I could feel myself growing angrier and angrier. I got tired of the fucking expectations. I got tired of the fucking whispers and pity in everyone's eyes when they looked at me, judging the person I've become. I knew if I didn't leave the pack I would've eventually snapped. I just wanted to be left alone.But because I'm an alpha and next in line to lead the pack, people expect me to be strong. They expect me to just easily push losing my mate to the si

           Kimberly PovI don't say anything as I watch him leave out the door. I let out a sigh, looking down at my dirty ripped clothes. Why does one bad thing after another keep happening to me? It seems like trouble finds me wherever I go. I came here to get away from my psycho ex, only to run into more trouble ten minutes after arriving in this city. Now I'm staying with a complete stranger. It was either that or live on the streets until I figured something out.I don't know anything about this guy. For all I know he could be a damn psycho too. It's hard to get a read on him with the I don't care attitude he has. Being a psychology major, I start to look around the nice condo, trying to find something that will tell me anything about this guy. It's clear that this guy has money from his nice car and th

              Kimberly PovI hear the alarm on my phone go off, waking me up. I groan a little as reaching over grabbing my phone, turning the alarm off. I rub my eyes, slowly sit up, looking around the big room. It feels strange being here. I've never stayed in such a nice place like this......with a complete stranger.I toss the covers off, getting out of bed, and slide on some shorts. I grab the guy's credit card off the bedside table and leave the room. Leaving the room I head into the living room to find the guy still on the couch asleep. I look over to see an empty bottle laying on the table and frown a little, remembering him opening the bottle last night. That's not a small bottle, but he managed to drink it all. I hope I'm not living with a violent drunk.My eyes go back

              Jason PovI walk through the door and see Kimberly sitting there on the couch with her legs folded underneath her.She looks over at me as I walk past her, going to my room to change clothes. I take off the jeans and slide on a pair of shorts. I look into the mirror, looking at myself. I reach up, running my hand through my hair. I can barely recognize myself. I guess my looks match the way I feel inside because I no longer feel like myself inside either.I leave the room going into the kitchen to put my signature stamp on my day. I grab a bottle of Remy Martin out of the cupboard and head back into the living room. I look at Kimberly sitting on the other end of the couch with her legs folded under her. I take a seat on the couch, putting my legs up on

              JasonWhen I make it home, I see that Kimberly isn't here. I look over at the time to see that it's 11:00 pm. The buses don't run at this time. I told her that it wasn't safe for her to be walking the streets at this time of night. If she managed to run into more trouble, then it'll be her problem to deal with. I take a seat on the couch, letting out a sigh. I went to see the oracle today that May told me about. When the old lady held my hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant some gibberish. I don't know if the oracle was much help or not, but she did manage to irritate me with all the riddles she was speaking in. I never understood why oracles speak in riddles, instead of just telling people what the hell they need to know. She said