All Chapters of MY SECOND-CHANCE MATE IS A WOLF HUNTER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

‎I stared down his dark eyes.‎This was my father's dying wish; that I should relinquish my power to my mate.‎Liam smiled at me as he held me in his arms.‎"I love you Morning." He said in a sing-song voice.‎"I love you too." I smiled and moved to kiss him.‎The kiss was brief but warm.‎This was love. I never wanted it, but when my father pressured me to get a mate so that he wouldn't die without an heir, I acquiesced.‎And although my father didn’t live to see it, I was happy that I did as he asked.‎"With the blessings of the Moon Goddess, I now pronounce you Alpha and Luna of the white claw pack." Elder Octavius said.‎The pack members in the hall clapped.‎Liam turned to them with a smile.‎"As the new Alpha of this pack, I will take it to new heights. This marks the joining of two families, my moonlight pack and the white claw pack!"‎The applause was even louder, as Liam's personal guards and his pack members clapped widely.‎As the last full-blooded member of the great white

It was the day of my death. ‎I woke up to an aching body. The chains and wolfsbane poison messed up my sleep. ‎Or that was the excuse I gave myself. ‎I was still covered in blood from the previous day, although I was in new clothes. ‎The truth was that I was haunted by the image of the mother and daughter that I had almost killed in cold blood. ‎Liam told me that I had killed up to twenty people. ‎Many of them were from my own pack. ‎I felt tears flow down my eyes. ‎Maybe what everyone said was true. I was really a crazy monster. That must have been why my father insisted I find a mate to take over the pack. ‎I had always had volatile emotions, but I had never killed anyone before. But now I had murdered so many. ‎The pack numbered less than five hundred, and I had taken the lives of twenty. ‎I slouched against the wall and tried to cover my eyes with my hands, but the chains restricted me. ‎So I cried like that anyway. ‎Maybe I deserved to die. That way, I wouldn't be a t

‎I felt the silver blade as it cut through my bonds.‎I looked up in confusion.‎"What?" I suddenly found the strength to speak.‎What was he doing?‎He crouched down.‎"Shush. The hunters are nearby. If you make noise, they'll hear you."‎I was confused but I nodded my head. I stared at him intently.‎He had a strong jaw and a criminally handsome face. But there was no doubt he was a human. That also meant he was a hunter.‎Right?‎He stood up.‎"I'll be back. I need to secure the perimeter."‎'Wait! Don't leave me here alone!' I thought, but I couldn't say the words.‎He walked out of the cave.‎Then there was complete silence.‎Then everything hit me all at once.‎The wolfsbane, the silver, the fall, the blood loss.‎After so much, I shouldn't even be alive.‎My eyes drooped as if my body agreed that I should be dead.‎I struggled to maintain consciousness. What if something happened? What if the hunter came back and had his way with me when I was out cold?‎A part of me would almo

I chuckled as she spat out the hot soup. She tried cooling off her tongue by fanning it with her hand. And, of course, she made sure to glare at me too while she was at it. As if it was my fault somehow. “Take it slow. If you’re hungry you don’t want to eat too much at a time.” I warned from experience. Not to mention that it was a lesson the Aspects made sure to drive into our heads. I stood up to get her plate back from her. She had spilled all the soup on the ground. I felt a pang of regret at the wastefulness, but I suppressed it. I made the soup with a selection of herbs and rabbit meat. It was a common recipe at the church, because few had money for fancier meals. They taught me to be conservative in more ways than one. I watched her closely as I grabbed her plate from beside her. She also watched me, but she didn’t attack. That was a relief. She had proven to be a wild girl and I wasn’t looking to get into another tussle with her. I knew very well that she was a wolf but

He didn’t try to stop me as I stormed away.I focused my anger on the steps I took. A handy method I developed to help control my rage.I took one step at a time towards the cave entrance.I knew that he had been trying to be funny to disarm me. But he had gone too far.I knew not to trust the words of a hunter but I still felt angry that he had tried to mess with me like that.Destroying the hunters was something that shouldn’t be joked with. It was a secret wish I had since I was little. But I knew to never voice it because it was stupid.My father definitely wouldn’t have found it funny. Not after what had happened. I knew what it would have done to him if I had mentioned the hunters ever again. In fact I saw what it did to him just living through what had happened.That was why I kept thoughts like that locked in my heart securely.And now this hunter had the audacity to joke with that same thing.I stopped myself from punching the cave wall as I crossed the line from sunlight to