All Chapters of Second Chance with the Hybrid Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ava. I watched Zane as he lifted his head again from the headrest, motioning to one of the empty sofas.My heart beat faster. What kind of confession was he possibly talking about?Cold sweat suddenly broke out on my forehead as I walked over to the empty sofa and took a seat, my eyes never leaving Zane’s face.His face was expressionless in the dim light of the den and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.At that moment I wished I could read his thoughts, it would allow me to know what he wanted to say even before he said it, even if it was just for this very moment."Are you alright Zane?"He ignored me, and the dread in the pit of my stomach grew.As I sat there watching, waiting for him to speak, I realized not for the first time how much I loved him, seeing him like this, knowing that it was because I wasn’t able to give him a child that had caused the rift between us made my heart ache.I struggled, moving from my rank of a weak omega to his mate, and subsequently to a Luna to

Ava. The woods whizzed past me as I ran with reckless abandon. Shifting for me was like a temporary release from all the problems life threw at me. It was my source of dopamine. To run free, untethered, unbothered with just the wind caressing my fur and my paws hitting the soft earth as the moon illuminated the path ahead of me. Yet I knew that even after my temporary retreat, the problems were still facing me back at the pack. My husband had gone ahead to fuck another woman, breaking the mate bond we both shared. It would have been different if he was wrong with another woman, but I knew this was an irreversible change because now my best friend was carrying his child. The thought of Cassie, whom I took as my friend, spreading her legs to let Zane in, filled me with a jumble of so many emotions; Anger, pain, grief, and disgust. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on running. Yet no matter how I tried to block out these thoughts from my head, an image of Zane an

Standing in front of the house I had once shared with my father before become a Luna I hesitated. My father was a pack enforcer and a highly respected Beta because of how skilled he was. My mother had died while giving birth to me and since then my father had raised me teaching me everything I knew. I knew how to spar, how to fight without shifting to my wolf. In a way he saw me as a son he never had and even though my wolf had emerged as an Omega he had pushed me to move from that rank to the position I found myself now. If I told him this news I was sure it was going to break his heart to a million pieces. I stared at the wooden door my heart heavy, my tongue tied, my knuckles a few inches from knocking on the door. But I knew I had to tell my father sooner or later if I resisted from telling him now it would be delaying the inevitable. One way or the other he was still bound to find out. Gathering courage, I knocked on the door simultaneously hearing laughter from inside the h

AVA. I hurriedly packed my things into the small box I decided I was going to use for my escape. My father was currently positioned at the door his eyes fixed to the pack hall at the distance acting as a look out. The last thing I wanted was for the gathering in the hall to dismiss and people started filling out. I wouldn't be able to make my escape as effortlessly as I wanted to if that happened. But I knew I was worrying for nothing. The ritual of inaugurating a new Luna into a pack wasn't something that was trifle, it took a good couple of hours. Knowing the pack customs the gathering in the hall were likely to stay there for quite some time as Zane was the meticulous type. Just as soon as I was done with the last couple of clothes I wanted to pack with me I heard a yell rise from somewhere outside. As I listened closer I realized it was coming from the direction of the hall. I felt goose bumps spread across my skin. That didn't sound like a yell of excitement, rather ominous

AVA When I opened my eyes, the first thing that I could see was darkness. It pressed around me like poisonous gas intent on killing a victim. My surrounding was pitch black. I didn't even bother to move, it would be futile as I couldn’t even see any of my body parts. I just lay there on the ground of wherever it is I was and opened my eyes as wide as I could trying to see if I could make out any shape in the suffocating darkness. Laying down there I knew I was dead, it didn't come to me like a fragment of a thought but rather as a full realization that I was never going to see the land of the living again. I was never going to feel the wind on my fir as I ran, or the taste of food, or the smell of the earth after it had just rained which were some of my favorite sensations. The irony of it? My husband had ordered my own death and my father’s best friend had carried it out; how more cruel could life become. Ava. It jolted me out if my thoughts and I went still, reducing my noisy