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My second chanced mate Dark wand pack
In the supernatural world, there were a lot of different wolf families. One of such was the Dark Wand Pack. The story of their origin was one with a lot of ups and downs. No one who knew the pack would have thought they would survive for so long. Their history was a tale of violence, but that’s just what packs like theirs do when they grow in number, stronger. And stronger the pack grows, more territory is claimed. More lives are lost. So eventually, the pack has to move. The first step was a simple change in leadership—one which had happened many times before. But it was the last thing which the leader of the Dark Wand Pack expected at any point in time. He had been the Dark Wand Pack’s leader for a few hundred years. It wasn’t supposed to be his job to retire, or die in bed, or whatever the pack leader did when he decided to step down. In a rare moment of weakness from all the power that had consumed him for thousands of years, he made a final decision and stepped down, res
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The pack leaders had completely forgotten about the new alpha, but then he arrived. At the exact moment the pack leaders had all begun to grow impatient, ready to hear the new leader speak. The pack leader came riding on horseback, his long dark brown hair blowing in the wind. He rode directly toward the front line of the pack—the wolves who were ready to do battle—and stopped right beside the old pack alpha, staring at him with an expressionless face. Then, without saying a word or looking at anyone else in the pack, he pulled out a dagger and sliced open his palm. Blood immediately gushed out of his wound. And he threw his hand in the air, letting his arm fall at his side, as if it weighed nothing. And then he said something to the old pack alpha. “I hereby swear to fight for the new pack until my last breath. I will fight and bleed for you. Because of my oath, my life means something. Because of your death, my own life will mean nothing. Your pack will live for me. Your people
My second chanced mate Time
Wolfkind survived that attack nonetheless. In spite of that, they were still scarred. Scarred because of their experiences. Scarred because of their fear. Scarred because of their sadness and pain. They were scarred because they were still human. And they deserved to live their lives as humans should. They deserved to be happy. Even though they didn’t fully know why they deserved it. They didn’t question it. They didn’t care. All they knew is that they deserved to live their lives freely, happily, without being judged or criticized because of who they were. Who they werewolves were. Because as soon as people found out their true heritage, they would immediately hate them for it. For being what they were. For existing because they were. And the worst part was, none of them understood why they didn’t want to be wolves. They didn’t care that it was a curse and a burden. Because it was theirs. Because
My second chanced mate Anger
Anger had become their way of dealing with the fear and pain and hatred they felt. But that anger hadn’t helped them survive. It hadn’t changed the fact that they were still hurting, still scarred. It didn’t make them forget their pain or ease the pain of their memories. Anger and hatred and pain, however, were the only things that helped them cope in those times. The only thing that made them feel alive. And they wanted those emotions to be there for them. But in order to feel alive and happy, they needed to suppress them. So they suppressed them. And that’s why they had learned to bury their feelings. They learnt to hide it in a small space in their mind. So when they wanted to feel something, they buried them deep down within their soul. They tried to forget those feelings that they couldn’t help but remember. They tried to repress those painful memories that they couldn’t bear to remember
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Two days ago, Katrina had been sitting in an abandoned warehouse building near the city. She hadn’t thought anything special of it, because that was what she always did. Sit, and think, and meditate. If there was no work to be done, there was nothing else to do. If there was no food, there was nothing else to eat. Even if the situation demanded her attention, she didn’t waste her time dwelling on it. She didn’t need to take responsibility. After all, her actions had brought her here in the first place. Her decisions had put her in this position to begin with. She didn’t owe anyone anything. Not anymore. All she lived for now, was to deliver the human alpha to the pack. So why would she expect any different now? She had already been here a couple of weeks. She might as well keep herself occupied with evading the vampires chasing her until then. And, for once, she wasn’t doing anything that required a great deal of effort to accomplish. She was merely observing, absorbing informatio
My second chanced mate Trapped
She hated it. Hated feeling trapped and helpless and confused. Hated being trapped and powerless and uncertain. Hated being a prisoner to the whims of fate and its manipulations. Hated everything about it, because it meant that nothing ever would change. That her pain would last forever, that she would spend her days here evading possible vampires on her trail while waiting for the human to get completely healed. He wasn’t a wolf yet, so his healing took a lot of time, and she would spend most of her nights planning. She hated it all, because the truth was undeniable: she could not stand being trapped in a situation where she was not free to move or express herself or completely understand the situation she was wrapped up in that she so desperately desired answers to. And yet, it seemed as though she had no choice. There was no escape. No hope to be found anywhere. She'd already tol
My second chanced mate Refused
KATRINA’S POV: His heart rate was spiking as if it wanted to explode out of his chest. His palms felt clammy and his hands trembled uncontrollably. “It’ll stop eventually,” she whispered. The words were just barely audible, and her voice cracked slightly when she spoke. They felt like they’d been spoken through cotton, and she felt strangely numb. She kept glancing up, expecting to see Tyler lying lifeless on the ground before her and unable to help him. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes stung with tears that refused to fall. She tried to keep calm, tried to think of something else. Her thoughts immediately jumped back to Tyler. She tried her best to concentrate on that, instead of focusing solely on her own panic. She focused on his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest. He breathed in the scent of damp earth, and i
My second chanced mate Escape
“The sooner, the better. Before they find us and we’re dead.” He looked up, nodded once, and followed her towards the edge of the forest. He seemed determined to follow her wherever she went, but Katrina had already seen that determination in his eyes before. It was in the lines of his face, his posture, every movement. No matter where they were, no matter how much danger was looming over them, Tyler never faltered. Even more important than that, even though the fear that he was feeling was undoubtedly paralyzing him, he knew that Katrina would protect him. He was confident in her ability to do that. She knew that he trusted her to watch his back. It had been nothing like the first time. This time, it was different. He wouldn’t be able to run away, because she wouldn’t let him go anywhere. There were no boundaries. She would make sure that he stayed safe with her. She was sure of it. He wouldn’t get hurt. If anything happened, she would make sure that it didn’t happen. She wasn’t
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