Second Chance Revenge

Morgana's POV

My chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.

But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.

No. Far from it.

I am in the familiar confines of the changing room at the clubhouse. My breath seizes completely, and a mix of confusion and disbelief descends on me.

What the hell happened?

I rub my eyes and dart them around to be sure I am not seeing things wrongly. And yes, I am seeing right.

What. The. Heck.

I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the screams threatening to slip past my lips when realization dawns on me.

Did the Moon Goddess listen to my plea for a second chance?

I snatch my phone from the couch and stare at the date. Same date. Third April 2025… but the time— it is thirty minutes before it all starts. Thirty minutes before I foolishly take the poisoned drink to the Alpha on my husband’s orders. Thirty minutes before I realize that I am nothing but a pawn for him and my best friend.

My heart swells with gratitude to the Moon Goddess.

This second chance, I will use judiciously. Like I said… I will not be foolish for love. And this time, I will make sure the Alpha does not die.

Wait… the Alpha. I hope he survives too.

I jump to my feet, wanting to go look for him—for the only man who has ever looked at me like a human being in my entire life and even loved me. As I take the first step—

The door creaks open and Lilith—another whiskey girl in the clubhouse—steps in. She bows deeply. “Princess… the Alpha heir requests your audience. He is in his VIP lounge.”

This is exactly how it happens in my previous life. I fall asleep after dressing up on the couch when Lilith comes to tell me that Ryker needs me like this.

Oh… the game still remains, but this time, I will be the game master. The corner of my lips lifts in a devilish smirk. I will make him regret everything he has ever done to me.

“Princess,” Lilith’s voice sharpens, cutting through my thoughts.

When I stare up at her, she is looking at me as if I have grown two heads.

“Prince Ryker wants to see you in his VIP lounge,” she repeats, louder this time as if she thinks I did not hear her the first time.

I nod and manage a polite smile at her. “Alright, I will go right away. Thank you.”

Letting out a sigh, I step out of the room and make my way toward his lounge.

Inside, the room is thick with the scent of cigar and alcohol, and quiet in a way that reveals just how much evil he has already planned out. Relaxed on the couch is Ryker Hamilton.

The devil in Armani.

He stares to the side… then a broad fake smile creeps up his face.

In my previous life, I blush so hard and butterflies fill my belly when I realize that my husband smiles at me for the first time ever.

He pushes himself up, eyes fixed on me as I walk toward him. “My beautiful wife.”

Beautiful wife?

Exact words.

A pathetic liar.

My stomach twists with a mix of disgust and disdain when I remember how he confesses his love to Delilah and says he only marries me to get to the Alpha.

When I reach him, he stands and pulls me into an embrace.

Back then, I hug him tightly and breathe in his refreshing wolf scent, but now his touch burns and his scent of pine and forest makes my stomach churn, so involuntarily, I push him away and take a step back.

His mouth falls open in disbelief. Anger flashes in his eyes, but he quickly masks it. “What is wrong, Mor?” he asks so softly that one would think he actually cares. “Are you okay?”

I force a smile. “Of course. Just tired.”

His reassuring smile is practiced, and I give him accolades for that; he would have made a career in acting if he were an actor. “I understand, baby, and that is why I have come up with something that will make us climb up the social ladder.”

Then he walks toward the mini bar at the far end of the room, takes a glass from the counter, and walks over to me. He fills the glass and extends it toward me. “But before that… take this to cool your nerves.”

I hesitate, my gaze flicking from the glass to his face.

This bastard already poisons this drink like he does in the previous life.

I stare down at the bottle of wine and notice that he is drinking the same wine, which means… it is the glass that has been poisoned.

“Take it, dear.” His voice tightens now; his patience wears thin. “This is really an expensive wine.”

So… I should dance around the pack house because my darling husband serves me wine? A poisoned expensive one at that?

I extend my hand, but instead of taking it, I let the glass drop to the floor. The sound of it shattering echoes through me, the liquid spilling onto the ankle boots I have on.

“What the fuck, Morganna!” he yells, dropping the act completely. “How can you be this clumsy? Can you ever do something right for once?!”

“Oh… I’m sorry, Ryker.” I give him a fake apology. “I did not mean to drop it.” I turn toward the bar. “I will get another glass so you can pour me another wine—”

“Never mind!” he snaps.

Of course, there is no other poisoned glass, so he does not want to waste his expensive wine on me.

“I will just go straight to the reason why I summon you here.”

I turn back to him, nodding. “What reason is that, my prince?” I ask coolly.

His jaw remains tight as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a black bottle. Same black bottle. “So… Mor.” His expression softens now and he takes a step closer, his free hand rubbing my arm. “I need to add this poison to my father’s drink that you will serve him later today.”

I pretend to be surprised, my mouth and eyes wide open. “Why… would you want to kill your father?”

“Because he has been around for too long. See, Mor, I need to take charge already. I can’t keep being in my father’s shadow, letting the pack members and bikers see me as insufficient. Once he is out of the way, I become Alpha, and you, my Luna… we won’t have to struggle anymore. Even you will be in charge and not just his whiskey girl anymore.”

I do not speak immediately. I just stare at him, recollecting how he kicks me off him and walks away with Delilah, leaving me to bleed to death.

“I swear once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor,” he says the exact same statement, and I am tempted to recite it after him.

“Well…” I cup his cheeks. “I understand, and I will do it.” I take the poison from him and hide it inside my bra. “I will get him to drink it.”

He exhales, relief washing over him. “Thank you, Mor. Thank you. You are such a lifesaver. Once you succeed… I will claim you tonight. I promise I will.” He adds it like he is doing me a favor. Of course, he knows how much I have craved my husband’s touch for years.

I roll my eyes in disgust. I would rather die than let you claim me, you fucking bastard.

I smile. “I can’t wait, darling.”

He pulls me into a bone-crushing embrace, and the smile on my face fades instantly. My eyes blaze with anger and a promise of destruction as I stare into nothingness.

I bet he is smirking behind me now, thinking that he has gotten me…

But hell no.

I am the one who has gotten him, and I will make sure he burns.

Let the game start, and may the best player win.