All Chapters of THE BIKER ALPHA WHO BECAME MY SECOND CHANCE MATE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Chapter 1Five years laterAthenaThe white dress feels like chains around my neck.I stare at myself in the mirror of the bridal suite, my reflection wavering through the tears I refuse to let fall. The woman looking back at me is a stranger, hollow cheeks, dark circles carefully concealed with makeup, a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. The dress Daxon chose hangs off my frame, too big now after months of barely eating, of walking on eggshells, of shrinking myself smaller and smaller until I almost disappeared entirely."You look beautiful," whispers Elena, one of the pack's omega females assigned to help me prepare. Her voice is gentle, but I catch the way her eyes linger on the foundation caked thick around my left eye, the way the sleeves of my dress are positioned to hide the fingerprint bruises on my arms.Beautiful. The word tastes bitter in my mouth. When was the last time I felt beautiful? When was the last time I felt anything other than afraid?"Thank you," I manage, my v

Chapter 3This can't be happening.Not now. Not after everything I've just escaped from. Not when I'm finally free, finally breathing again, finally remembering what it feels like to make my own choices.But there he is. Tristan Hayes. The man I spent two years trying to forget. The man who taught me that love could be gentle before Daxon taught me it could be violent.Wow! He's still so hurt, I hear Claire, my wolf, say.I raise a brow. So she's still here? I'd forgotten about her existence.Isn't he so hot? she says with the most sheepish voice I've ever heard from her.That's not what matters now, we need to stay away from him. I say, pushing her down. Then I let myself look at him. Really look at him. Even after five years, Tristan Hayes is impossible to miss. He's taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, his dark hair longer and wilder than the neat style he used to wear.He's aged like fine wine. It looks like he hasn't aged a single day. He looks nothing like a

Chapter 5They're looking at each other the same way Daxon and I looked at each other before he changed, before his wolf turned possessive and cruel.*She's beautiful,* my wolf observes with surprising calm. *He looks happy. She makes him happy.*I push the thought of Daxon deep down. I'm here for a change, to get better. I don't love him anymore—I can't. All I feel for him is hate and the phantom ache of what I and my wolf lost that night in the bathroom. I also feel something I don't allow myself to say.... Fear.I don't ask Tristan about the picture. If I want him to stay out of my business, then I shouldn't pry into his either. And besides, there's no need asking. Even a blind wolf would know they're in a relationship and they love each other.I look within myself, searching for the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness that Daxon's wolf always insisted was natural. But I'm not angry, and I'm not jealous. Surprisingly, I'm glad that Tristan isn't as miserable as I am. Because no