All Chapters of My second chanced mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EMILY'S POV I woke up with a start as the rays of the sun hit me. Squinting my eyes, I realized that I had been at the same spot where I passed out. I realized that I had slept through the dangerous hours of the night outside and all alone. Everything that had happened the day before flashed in my eyes. I was still dressed in my bloodied dress and the blood of my parents was all over. "Mum…dad…" I called out, not caring that I was sitting on the bare floor. The bodies of my parents had been evacuated and I started to panic. I did not get to spend my parents' last moments with them. When I thought I had enough pain, I remembered the rejection from my mate. "Eric." I said, in a low tone as I clutched the fabric around my chest. My eyes were hazy and it felt like I had lost connection with my wolf and the world. I just wanted to die but I couldn't do that without seeing my parents again. Immediately, I stood up to my feet and swayed a little. But then I blinked my eyes an

Lightning flashed across the freezing sky, brightening the room out of its darkness for only a single moment. The rain pounded on, jolting the windows that thudded against each drop. The room was simple, a small wooden bookshelf filled to the brim was near the door, the walls were a navy color while the door was pitch black. It seemed like a hotel room. Whoever brought her here obviously didn’t want her to know where he stays or was also on the run from things she would rather not bother herself with. It was almost square, perhaps a little longer than it was wide, with only one window that filled almost the entire far wall. So far, completely blank and empty, it was expectant, almost curious, and Emily, lying timidly in the bed, staring at the ceiling. EMILY’s POV: I woke up in a bed that didn’t feel like mine. The sheets were a different color and they were made with a different fabric than mine. They had better quality, too. Even the pillows felt so soft. I had one un

In another part of the supernatural world, a pack of werewolves had lost their alpha, and a new one was needed. Panic and confusion was thrown in when The Order of their Elders consulted the Moon Goddess and she showed them a vision of who the new alpha was meant to be. It was a human. A weak, human male who probably didn’t know his entire life was about to change. He probably didn’t even believe in mythical creatures and would freak out if he found out that he was appointed as the new alpha of one of the most prestigious wolf families. The entire pack was thrown into confusion at this discovery, but nothing could be done about it. Although, there’s been a handful of wolf men in the past who were previously humans before they got turned, there has never been a case of one of them ascended up to the level of alpha, but now, not only was a human male going to be turned, he was also named alpha. There were doubts, but the Moon Goddess was never wrong. She never made mistakes, and for the

She knew they would be back. The vampires. If they didn’t complete a kill, or whatever their mission they embarked on, they always came back with a swarm. They never moved alone. They move like a swarm of bats. Never alone. She wondered what they wanted to do with him and why they didn’t just feed off him. She was well aware vampires were involved in recent kidnappings due to their ability to move unnoticed and subtly, but this only occured with well planed strategies and fancy weapons and good cars and not this type of backstreet bullying. Whoever sent the men was either someone very influential who needed to trace him a lesson, or someone he had ratted out on. Someone who wasn’t very pleased with having him around anymore, but in the contrary, as she would later come to discover, it wasn’t either of the two scenarios she had made up in her head. It also dawned on her that the men didn’t have intentions of feeding off the man. They just wanted to give him a good beating

His vision swam into blackness for a split second, but just long enough for his brain to register the pain that followed on each passing second of the fall. A few things registered in slow motion and he wondered vaguely if this was what dying felt like. If anyone would have told him he’d be dead by now, he’d tell them to get their facts right. Not only that. By the time that thought finished registering in his mind, he was flat on the cold concrete and his body gave out completely as darkness took over once more. No longer aware of the world, the pain, or anything else, he slipped into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness. And, as he finally succumbed to the numbness that seemed to pervade the world around him, he wished his life was better than getting beat up by men he didn’t know. It wasn’t about the pain. Or the lack thereof. Growing up, he’d been hit before—many times—and he knew how to handle himself better than most. It was the fact that he feared he wouldn’t live lo