All Chapters of Her Second Chance Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AsherSomething didn't add up.I felt it a long time ago, yet I ignored it. However even in the slightest of moments, every single time it always came back to me.It was akin to thunderstorms in the summer, rain in the winter. A bright, sunny day on the edge of the night.In total, it felt completely wrong.I had thought that the moment would pass away with time. Hoped that the moment was sorely due to my traitorous instincts. But it didn't.Months had passed and the wedding was soon on its way to preparation. I had since grown used to showing Serena affection, better at ignoring the disgusting nausea that occurred whenever I did. With my constant words I had accepted and swayed her into believing that the time for breaking my mate bond was on its way. Everytime I said that, I ignored the churn of a lie in my belly, as no matter how many times I had seen the Pack Priestess, she always sent me back with a mysterious smile and words that continuously postponed her search.Only recently,

Asher“Do you need anything Alpha Bl- Alpha Blackwell?”I looked up to see Ambrose's stare. How had I gotten here?‘Ah right.’ I thought to myself as I remembered everything. The pain and regret. The drinking. Wandering around empty hallways.And now I was here.Ambrose for the first time didn't look indifferent. Instead, his expression clearly showed his confusion and worry.It didn't matter to me when all I felt was numb.I trailed away from his gaze to the side, where an empty desk sat.I had never found the time to remove it. At first, it was because I was too embroiled with Ariezel to do so, but after what had happened, I had hidden myself away, blind to every struggle but my own.The place was evidently dusty, the sheen of dust standing against the dark wood the desk was made of. Any papers or files were non-existent, though the stationery stayed.The image of Ariezel there materialized in my mind. On the rare occasions before my travels, I would pass by Ambrose for a mundane ta

Ariezel“what?” I sputtered out.I processed his words slowly, a wave of incredulity coming upon me.It was already a shock to hear him appear out of nowhere. But now what he said was even worse.Asher looked pleadingly at me“it is the truth Ariezel.” he said “You were adopted by him when you were very little.”He took a step forward “Just think about it. Did you two share any similar features? Did he ever let you see your mother’s face?I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat, looking down to the green grass.‘No.’ I had never questioned how different he looked from me with dark hair and brown eyes, the same way I never questioned why I never played with anybody but Derek, nor met any of my fellow pack members. I had justified it in light of my treatment, panning it up to gaining my mother’s features.He had never shown me any of my mothers pictures. I remembered when I was younger, anytime I asked for her pictures or what she was like, he always gave me a look that chilled my

Ariezel“Let's start with the day you left, shall we?” I asked.He was obviously shocked at my newfound confidence. The way I approached him rather than retreated. This time I wasn't going to retreat. I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.“That was where it all began. She took me straight from Alys, and do you know what she said?” I asked, answering the question moments later.“That now I was under her control. Now, she was going to make me pay.”The sardonic smile never left my lips as I looked at his face.“Are you familiar with wax burns? Oh, they hurt, like one is truly being scalded with fire for a moment. But then it cools down, hardening within your skin, pinching every bit of the burns you suffered and you figure out it's much worse.”“I went through that, every single day." I said.“What about my room? Did you ever wonder why that room was empty? Why were none of my belongings were there? Did you ever wonder where I slept for the past few months?”The regret became

AriezelI woke up to the sound of birds chirping and an exhaustion that hadn't fully gone away.My first few moments of waking up was bliss, stretching without a care in the world, oblivious to the reasons for the strange feeling in my belly.It wasn't meant to last however, as in no time the memories came rushing in. The sunlight I woke up to dulled into its morning glow, and I stared listlessly at my room wall that faced me.It was a light green, like an apple. I had chosen it due to its color I loved. When my friends had asked me back then I had told them that it was my favorite color- something I never had the freedom of having before I came to this pack. The green reminded me of the forest I had crossed in my escape. It reminded me of life, of hope. I told them all of that sincerely.A part of me wasn't fully honest then, because as I looked at the wall now, all I saw were the broken glistening eyes of my mate.‘No. Not my mate.’ I inwardly shook my head to reject. There was far