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My second chanced mate Fangs
On the night Katrina rescued the man that was being beat up, the men supernaturally escaped—amidst the fatal blows she dealt on them. The blood moon helped them regenerate and escape. They hurriedly returned back to the Vampire Queen, Sophia, whose original intention was for Tyler to be brought to her dead, so she resurrects him. . . and makes him indebted to her, leaving him the choice of being her mate. “We were attacked”, one of the men said, standing in a dark room with his other acolytes. The room had a few candles, none of which they lit. “We were knocked unconscious, and we could not summon you. We left, but we cannot get rid of the smell that lingers”. There wasn’t much to it, really—the smell was only in their minds. They were already vampires, which meant they couldn’t actually smell anything. It didn’t smell like blood. It smelled like... well, blood. And that was what kept them from turning into vampiric animals during the daytime, but there was no mistaking
My second chanced mate Fang II
Michael took a step forward but stopped himself. He couldn't touch her because he was a vampire. The urge to comfort her only intensified. He looked up into her eyes and tried desperately to find some hint that she was just trying to play him for an idiot. Something to show him that she wasn't as strong as she looked. But there was nothing. No anger. No sadness. Just tears. They fell onto his chest. He was unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to make sense of what she was doing. His heart pounded in his ears. He couldn't breathe. It felt like she was squeezing the air out of him, physically holding him immobile until she chose to let go. But she didn't seem able to do it either. Her grip remained firm but she did not break eye contact with him. Neither one said anything. Only tears. A few moments later, her hand fell limply to her side as Michael continued looking at her. He waited patiently as she gathered herself once more. This time the tears were silent though. Her lips
My second chanced mate Escape
Katrina couldn’t make much sense of the conversation, but she knew she had troubled a certain group of people. She knew they were vampires, but she didn’t realize she was in the presence of the Queen. She wasn’t sure what it meant, exactly. But as soon as she heard it, she felt her entire body grow cold, and she realized that she couldn’t stay. There were too many unknown variables. She couldn’t keep playing games against people who wanted to do bad things to humans, or maybe even worse. Katrina didn’t want to know any more about those people, so if they wanted to find her, they would just have to go through her. The only problem with it being dark was that she couldn’t see where she was going without activating her werewolf powers without alerting the vampires of the presence of another supernatural bring, or how far away from them she had to go before . Her hearing was good enough to tell that they were the only ones on the east side of town, so the alleyways shouldn’t be s
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
My second chanced mate A swing through time
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
My second chanced mate Worries and doubt
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
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