LOGIN**Recommended, but not necessary, to read The Reluctant Alpha before reading Her Second Chance Mate.** Holly Boland - Returning to Bloodmoon was meant to be quick—settle my in-laws’ estate and leave. But seeing Alex Whitland, my former Luna’s best friend and now my second chance mate, has turned my world upside down. I never imagined loving anyone after Nigel. Can I risk my heart again, or will the past keep holding me back? Alex Whitland - I’ve loved Holly Boland since the moment I saw her, but she was never mine to have. When Nigel died, I held her through the agony and let her go. Now, years later, she’s back, both of us with lives built around our sons. Fate has given us a second chance, and I won’t let it slip away. Bloodmoon Series: Book One - Alpha Logan Book Two - Beta's Surprise Mate Book Three - The Reluctant Alpha Book Four - The Hunted Hunter Book Five - The Genius Delta Short Story - Cult of Love (included in The Genius Delta) Short Story - Spy Games (included in The Genius Delta) Book Six - Seducing The Bloodmoon Princess Short Story - Warrior's Redemption (included in the Bloodmoon * Incubi Anthology) Short Story - Love After 40 (included in the Bloodmoon * Incubi Anthology) Short Story - The Hybrid's Rogue (included in the Bloodmoon * Incubi Anthology) Short Story - The Hybrid's Vampire (included in the Bloodmoon * Incubi Anthology) Book Seven - Her Second Chance Mate
View MoreI woke slowly, already aware I’d slept longer than I usually did. Not because I hadn’t heard the morning start, I had. The barn doors, the soft shift of movement across the property, the familiar rhythm of chores getting done before the sun fully came up. The mate bond made sure of that. It had hummed quietly at the edge of my awareness, letting me know Alex was out there, moving from task to task like he always did. And for once… I let it. I’d handled the evening before. The animals were settled, the farm was quiet, and today was Mother’s Day. If there was ever a morning to not drag myself out of bed before dawn, this was it. So I stayed where I was, tucked beneath the covers, letting the quiet linger a little longer than usual. I didn’t expect anything. Not really. Maybe something small from Samuel. A card, something he’d made. That was how it always went. Simple. Meaningful. Enough. The sound of footsteps in the hallway pulled me from that thought, steady and careful, fo
I didn’t need to be in the same room to know something was going on. The house wasn’t that big, and sound carried easily enough, but it wasn’t even about that. It was the rhythm. The way things moved when both boys were home. Normally, it settled into something predictable pretty quickly. Samuel would disappear into his room, quiet as ever, and Tristan would bounce around for a bit before finding something to do or dragging me into whatever idea he had that day. Today? Yeah, that wasn’t it. I stood at the stove, stirring something that probably didn’t need as much attention as I was giving it, listening without looking like I was listening. Tristan had been loud the second we walked in. Not talking loud, just… moving. Pacing, stopping, starting again. The kind of restlessness that came from being stuck in your own head. Samuel had gone quiet even faster than usual. That told me everything I needed to know. I set the spoon down for a second, glancing toward the hallway lik
I didn’t go to the living room when we got home. I didn’t need to. Tristan had already taken over that space with his pacing, and I could hear it before I even made it halfway down the hall, footsteps back and forth, uneven, faster than usual. He was trying to think his way through something, and it wasn’t working. I kept walking. My room still didn’t feel like mine in the same way Treetop cottage had. That place had been quiet in a different way, softer. Just me and Mom, the lake just beyond the trees, everything slower, simpler. Here, Boland Farm had its own kind of quiet, bigger, more open, like it held more than just the two of us. It wasn’t bad. Just… different. I shut my door most of the way behind me and set my bag on the desk, already reaching for the small box I’d tucked in the back corner earlier that week. I’d gotten everything ready ahead of time. I always did. Mother’s Day wasn’t something I had to think about. It just… was. I pulled out the strip of leather first,
I hadn’t really been paying attention when Mrs. Riley started talking about the assignment. It was just another Friday, just another class, and I was halfway focused on the paper in front of me while Andrew tried to quietly poke Ashley with a pencil like he thought no one would notice. “Alright, class,” Mrs. Riley called out, her voice bright but firm as she clapped her hands once. “With Mother’s Day coming up, we’re going to be working on something special.” That got everyone’s attention. Well. Almost everyone. I leaned back in my chair a little, glancing over at Rosie as she immediately sat up straighter, already looking like she had ideas. Of course she did. Rosie always had ideas. “Is it like last year?” Farah asked, raising her hand halfway before just blurting it out anyway. Mrs. Riley smiled at her. “Similar, but I want you all to make it more personal this time. Think about what your mom means to you. Not just a card, but something that shows you really thought about
I woke before dawn, the soft glow of morning stretching across the horizon outside my window. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and damp earth, grounding me as I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. Today was the day. Today, my last boyhood fantasy about Holly was coming true. ‘You nervous?’ Leo’
I sat at the weathered picnic table with my hands clasped tightly to avoid fidgeting. Each breath I took felt at odds with the wildfire of anxiety inside me. The sound of children laughing, a splashing fountain, and the smell of vibrant wildflowers masked the chaos I felt inside. Birds chirped overh
Back in the main house, I trailed behind Holly down the narrow hallway, curiosity bubbling within me as we approached the door to Nigel’s childhood bedroom. When she gently pushed the door open, I couldn’t help but grin at the sight that greeted us. Samuel and Tristan had turned the middle of the
I sat at my vanity, applying the final touches to my makeup, fully aware of Nigel leaning in the doorway, watching me. His gaze was warm, reverent even, and I could feel his love like a physical thing in the air between us. He’s always looked at me that way, like I’m the most beautiful woman alive,
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