All Chapters of My Ex Mate's Stepbrother Is My Second Chance Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

*Amelia* Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I stormed into the dimly lit bar, my heart pounding with fury. The man I’d been married to for two years, Adrian, was sitting there with another woman, his lips pressed against hers as if the world outside didn’t exist. Tonight was supposed to be our anniversary—a celebration of our love—yet here he was, entangled with someone else. I’d doubted my friend when she called to tell me she’d seen Adrian with another woman. I’d trusted him. But now, standing in the bar’s smoky haze, there was no denying the truth. Without hesitation, I marched toward him, my voice trembling with anger. “Adrian, what is going on here?” He froze, his lips still hovering close to hers, and turned to face me. His expression shifted from shock to guilt in an instant. “Amelia, what are you doing here?” he stammered as he stood, but my gaze had already shifted to the woman. When I saw her face, my breath caught in my throat. It was Mara, Adrian’s ex-mate. Th

*Amelia* "You are joking, right?" Adrian asked me, his tone filled with disbelief, as I threatened to divorce him if he forced me to give my blood to Mara, his ex-mate, who had accused me of stabbing her. "As much as I'd like to say I'm joking, unfortunately, I am not. It's either her or me. The choice is yours," I said firmly. Adrian stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his eyes narrowing before his lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "You think I don't know what you're doing? You're trying to blackmail me with a divorce. Well, let me make it clear—it won’t work on me," he snapped, his tone cold and unyielding. "You stabbed someone. And no matter your position in this pack, you're supposed to face the consequences. But here I am, sparing you from punishment by asking you to give her your blood so she can survive. Yet, you’re still being stubborn. Do you think I can’t punish you?" Adrian's voice grew angrier. A sad smile tugged at my lips as I looked at him. "Adrian,

**Amelia** Despite my request for him to reject me, his face betrayed no sign of anger. Instead, his calm expression suggested this was exactly what he had hoped for. A pang of hurt shot through my chest as he agreed so readily, without hesitation. I stood there, waiting for him to utter the words I feared. But instead, he reached out and gently stroked my cheek. The instant his fingers touched my skin, I stiffened. *So this is how the mate bond works,* I thought, feeling the intense pull of his presence, his scent overwhelming me. "So you really want me to reject you?" His voice was teasing, and I felt the space between us close as he took a step closer, lowering his head toward my cheek as if he was about to kiss me. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve pushed him away, but I couldn’t. My heart hammered in my chest, and my body betrayed me, standing still, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. "You really smile well, mate," he murmured, his face inches from mine. Then, hi