My Second Chance Mate Is My Nemesis

VAELORA tried to breathe, struggling to come to terms with her new reality. "No..." The word slipped out of her lips. A tiny whisper. "No!!" The words came out much more loudly this time. The entire arena had gone silent, both races watching with deep curiosity and high level awareness of what had just happened. Alpha king Draekon's beast had just claimed its second chance mate and soulbound. Shocking. Draekon was supposed to pick one of the seven noble DragonBorn females they were just about presenting to him, as his chosen soulbound, to finally seal the pact between both kingdoms. Now, that wasn't going to happen, because a certain she-wolf had suddenly appeared as his mate. Draekon looked ahead and saw his brother running towards them. "Vaelora!" Zayn called again, looking very worried as he approached them. Draekon's eyebrows kissed each other in further confusion. What was really going on? "Lora! Are you okay?" Zayn held her shoulders from behind, as her cries inc

THE HALL looked magnificent. Like something out of a fairytale, filled with invited guests from all the other kingdoms, except the DragonBorns of course. For the past six centuries, the other kingdoms in the supernatural realm had remained subservient to the Werewolves. "Your turn." Om'zaar said to Vaelora. She was draped in a gold and white dress, fit for a queen. But she was broken. Angry. Bitter. Draekon just had a way of elevating her from one nightmare to another. And he always managed to look put together while at it. "I, Vaelora Hugo," Om'zaar led. "I, Vaelora Hugo," she repeated. "Take Draekon Noir, my gift of a lifetime from the moon goddess." "Take Draekon Noir, my gift of a lifetime from the moon goddess." She doused the urge to scoff at that point. "To love and to be bound under the grace of the moon goddess." "To love and to be bound under the grace of the moon goddess." "Until death do us part." "Until death do us part," she finished, locking her empty gaz

VAELORA woke up the next morning, her reality still the same. She turned to the other side of the bed which appeared very smooth and straight, just like the previous day. But this time around, she was very sure that Draekon had lain there the previous night. She had always heard gossips about him being extremely organized. He always expected that things remained as he had left them, very particular about how neatly a place was cleaned, and could sight the tiniest speck of dust anywhere. Just then, the door to their chambers opened and an unfamiliar maid walked in. Seeing that Vaelora was already awake, she released a low gasp. "Please forgive me for barging in without announcing my presence, Luna." She bowed. "I thought you were still asleep, and didn't want to disturb your rest." "It's okay," Vaelora replied, brushing the maid's worry aside. "Are you new? Never seen you around before." "Yes, Luna. I am a part of the recent omega tribute from the Shadow Fang Province." "Oh,

VAELORA didn't expect these much maids would assemble. They were over a hundred of them. Though, the House of Veylor was a large empire. It housed over thirty High Lords and Ladies, so the number of maids working there, seemed quite reasonable. "Luna, I have gathered them all," Danika, the Chief maid over the House of Veylor, whispered to Vaelora. "Thank you, Danika." She gave an appreciative nod, then looked back at the maids before her. A small smile made its way to Vaelora's face. She was going to deeply root her feet within the grounds of the House of Veylor, and she was going to begin with the lowest of ranks. A power move rooted in both politics and survival. "Today, we are going to do a bit of reshuffling and reassigning," she began. "I hear that some of you have been serving in a particular department for too long." She paused briefly. "If you know you serve as a personal maid to any Lord or Lady, please step aside." She watched as the maids quickly separated th