All Chapters of Another Chance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Knowing That Broke Me Rissa's Pov There's a saying that when you find your fated mate, your soul sings and your heart continually leaps for joy. Mine went quiet the moment I opened the door. I wished I never did. The scent hit me hard that I couldn't ignore as I walked through the corridor of Josh's quarters— it was rose and musk. Sweet. Sultry. So feminine. But obviously it wasn't mine. Then I drew closer to his room door and heard loud sounds. They were not just sounds but moans. The voice sounded quite familiar and really…vile. I stood there frozen at every sound that passed through my ears. The gift of Knowing humming in my blood and it was undoubting. I just knew all that was happening even before I saw it. I always did even when I didn't want to. That was the curse that clung to my skin—Knowing. But I couldn't seem to get it off me even when I wanted to. My heart cracked but I eventually stepped into the room. I didn't have a choice and couldn't pretend like I

One Night to Burn Rissa Pov I didn’t return to the packhouse. I just couldn’t. Instead, I began wandering through the woods, my feet were bare and swelling, my mind was quite unstable even though it looked like a storm of silence. I kept walking until the stars blurred and the moon disappeared behind clouds thick with judgment, as though it also gave into all that I had just gotten in one night. Eventually, I made it to nowhere outside our territory but I could hear distant loud music. The bar seems to buzz with life, loud and unaware of broken fated mates from another territory. I went into the bar and blended in easily. No one cared that I had just been unbonded by the man I loved. No one here knew I was once Luna. And tonight, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to live my life really outside the walls of the pack house. The bar music was really loud. Lights pulsed red and blue. The music thrummed like a heartbeat gone mad. I went deeper inside to meet with the bartend

What I Shouldn’t Have Left Behind Mark's POV I can't explain why I feel the way I do, I never get to feel this way about anyone. Just can't explain why I feel this way about leaving Rissa. She was just a stranger as far as I could remember even though it was as far back as last night. I wasn’t just proud of what I did. I never meant to leave her like that. That was nothing close to a Lycan King that I am. But here was me running. After that night—after tasting the pain behind her kisses, the fire laced with sorrow—I panicked. I saw it all in her eyes. She didn’t want to feel anything… not love, not warmth. Just numbness. And I let her use me to reach it. She didn’t ask for a forever. Just for one night. And I gave it to her. I was glad I did, because part of me enjoyed all the moments I had with her. Then I just left before dawn cracked the sky open, uncertain of what I might become if I stayed. Threatened by what I already was. The wind was bitter as I walked down the grav

You are the blood that remembers.Rissa’s POVThe motel door rattled.Not a knock. A deliberate shake like someone testing the strength of it.My breath caught. I was still curled in the scratchy blanket, my body slick with cold sweat. The remnants of last night’s vision clung to me like smoke. I hadn’t spoken of it. Not to Mark. Not even to myself. But I felt the Knowing stir again a silent ripple deep in my chest.Danger. I felt the presence that came with it.I sat up, heart hammering. My bare feet pressed into the worn carpet as I moved toward the window. Ominous shapes stirred beyond the window.“Mark,” I whispered, my voice shaky, the words snagging in my throat, words began to fail me, the shock within weakening my whole being. The Knowing surged again stronger this time. Like a storm pulling at the edges of my skin.The faucet dripped steadily from the bathroom. Mark hadn’t heard the noise.Another rattle. Louder. Closer. The doorframe trembled. Not a random visitor. This was

Cold Truths, Hot Lies. Lucan's POV The cold wind touching everything in it's path, It cuts deep into my skin and shatter my bones as I walk past the threshold of the pack’s compound, the air is cold and unforgiving as the weight of what I was about to face was near. There was a familiar scent of earth and pine, a sharp sour trace lingered. An air of unease had settled deep into the bones of the forest, and into the hearts of those within the walls. The pack was fractured. Restless. Splintered by fears and secrets no one dared speak aloud and I knew why before I even reached the Great Hall. Josh had made a decision. A choice so grave and so reckless, it threatened to undo everything we had built. It wasn’t just his to make not alone. The entire pack would pay the price. My hands dented with bruises clenched around the worn leather strap of my satchel, seeking some kind of anchor in the storm swirling inside me, a storm that was about to consume anything that stood in it's way.