All Chapters of Her Second Chance Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I’ve never been quiet during sex. I’d only ever been with Nigel, and we didn’t live with anyone else, and sadly, I didn’t bear any children while he was still alive. So, I never needed to bite back my moans or consider where in the house we were. Samuel must have heard my moans while Alex was going down on me because he called down the hall. “Mom? Are you alright?” Samuel innocently asked. “Dude, she’s more than alright. Now, shhh, before you’ll kill the mood.” Tristan laughed. Alex used my inner thigh to muffle his laughter. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a pillow to hit him lightly. I’d question how Tristan would know such things if his father had been celibate for the last ten years, but I know Tristan has spent the night with Logan’s children. Even though mated pairs can communicate telepathically, I know well enough from when I still lived in Bloodmoon that Logan and Aurelia are not a quiet couple. “Stop laughing…” I rolled my eyes. “And no one said you could stop.” There was sti

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 overhead, a frustrating reminder of normalcy, and joggers passed by, oblivious to the tension in the air. I wasn’t just waiting but bracing for an impending storm threatening to shatter my fragile calm. I wasn’t alone in this moment of stillness. Hidden in a surveillance van parked discreetly behind a cluster of trees, Alex, Hana, Finn, and Clarence monitored my every move. Their eyes, glued to the screens showcasing live feeds from the hacked security cameras scattered throughout the park, turned me into the focal point of their watchful gaze. It should make me feel more comfortable, but I wish Alex had been with me. It didn’t matter if he was recognized. The enemy already knew we were together

Benton grinned up at me, blood smeared across his lips like some twisted badge of honor. He thought this was a game. This mother fucker thought that he could get away with threatening my pack and family. He thought wrong. I’d ensure he paid for his arrogance, preferably with his life. He moved first, twisting his body in an attempt to throw me off before he even got to his feet. I didn’t let him. I already knew what he was going to do. The second his weight shifted, I countered, adjusting with the precision of instinct, my body reacting before my mind could fully register it. I had seen moves like his before—I had learned, memorized, and mastered them. Benton was a skilled fighter, but so was I. And unlike him, I didn’t fight for sport. I fought to protect. He managed to twist to the side, trying to escape my hold. I let him think it was working. Then, I struck just as he shifted his weight to push off the ground. I moved with him, using his momentum against him as I slammed my elbo

I never want to experience that again. I broke when Nigel died. I don’t know if I was fully reassembled when I met Alex again. I’d only just started to feel whole again since accepting this new fate. To hear that Alex was hospitalized while protecting our boys nearly broke me. It’s a damn good thing he’s still alive. I don’t know what would’ve happened if he died. I don’t know if Samuel and Tristan would be enough to keep me and Kira together. I don’t know if the boys would be sufficient to keep me from going feral or just straight-up dying. We weren’t mated yet, but I felt it in my bones. If Alex hadn’t survived, I might not have either. If I’d managed to live through losing yet another mate in battle, I knew I’d go feral. I’d hunt down that masked fucker who took Alex from me to the ends of the earth. I wouldn’t stop till I had snapped his fucking neck. Even if it meant I would die, too. I’d leave the boys in the care of people I could trust, and I’d hunt that bastard till one of

I hate feeling useless. And you don’t get more useless than being laid up in a hospital bed for TWO fucking weeks. I had to hear secondhand about all the shit that’s gone down since I was injured. Benton is dead. Holly indirectly killed the fucknugget when interrogating him. Bitch folded like a piece of paper when he realized my wildflower was deadly serious about peeling his skin like an app. My mate is hard fucking core. He gave up the name of the fucker who put me in the hospital, the sadistic son of a bitch that would’ve killed my boys. Brendán O’Brion. It’s too bad that was the only name he gave before he went up in flames. I mean that, literally. The asswipe had these magically infused tattoos intended to protect him, but apparently, whoever did the spell-casting neglected to mention it also gave them backdoor control to silence him if necessary. They didn’t care that he gave up the assassin’s name, but his tattoos burst into flames when he was about to tell us who was