Lahat ng Kabanata ng SECOND MARK SECOND SOUL: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

JASMINE I lay awake in my bed feeling restless and waiting for death. With my wolf not responding to me and my mate gone, I know in just a little while I will give up the ghost, cause as a werewolf, connecting with your wolf is important, and after finding your mate and you lose him, you can never be whole again. As I lay in bed, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, soft and familiar, and I just know it’s either my mother or my best friend, Daisy. They are the only two people who keep trying to make me come out and keep living, but without a will to live, all their effort has been in vain. “Jasmine, I’ve had enough of this.” My mum's voice cut the silence as she marched into my room, went straight to my window, and opened the blinds. Sunlight flooded the room, and the instant headache and eyeache I felt was cause I’ve been sitting in a dark room for months.“You are my child and my only child for that matter, I won’t let you fade away or die, not on my watch!” She says, pointing

MAVERICKI did not have to chase them out of my house cause they left after two hours. After they left, I stood in a silent house full of memories. I met my mate Alice at the last Mate meeting, gathering my pack held. FLASHBACK…I stood at the entrance of the pack, welcoming people from other packs, when my nose picked up a very sweet cinnamon mixed with a strawberry smell. My wolf was jumping inside of me and howling happily, and I just knew that my mate was around, but I could not see her. I was not worried because I knew we would still meet inside during the gathering. After I was done welcoming people into the pack, the gathering began, and all without mates lined up, male on one side, female on the side. Instantly, people started finding their mate. I picked up that same sweet smell towards my right and walked towards the right trying to pinpoint where that smell was coming from, and I laid my eyes on her. It felt like I was in heaven. She ran into my arms, and it felt electr

MAVERICK“Mate,” I hear my wolf call out.I freeze.Mate? What mate?“Jax, go back to sleep,” I mutter.Our mate is dead. Even after all these years, my wolf and I are still grieving. But today is not about us.Then my nose catches that scent again, and Jax starts howling happily inside my head. I can feel how badly he wants out. My senses sharpen instantly—my vision becomes clearer, my hearing more acute, my nose picking up scents faster than normal. I know I could shift at any moment.“Jax, stop!” I say, struggling to restrain both myself and my wolf, which is never an easy task.I scan my surroundings quickly, trying to locate the source of the scent. It’s close—too close—and whatever it is has my wolf on edge.“Mate, mate, mate, mate,” Jax sings in my head, and a pounding headache follows.I look around furiously, and then I see her.Standing at the entrance of the Mate Meeting Arena is a beautiful woman dressed in purple. Her long curly hair cascades down her back, and she seems

MAVERICK The room feels too small for the thoughts crowding my head. I stand near the window of the hospital room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, forcing myself not to pace. The steady beep of the machines is the only thing grounding me, reminding me that she’s alive. Breathing. Safe. Barely. My wolf is restless, pacing inside me like a caged beast. She’s our mate, Jax keeps repeating, like saying it enough times will make it make sense. I drag a hand down my face and close my eyes—and the memory hits me hard. Flashback The door had exploded off its hinges. Roseline. She stood there half-shifted, wolf ears sharp, fangs bared, claws out, rage rolling off her in suffocating waves. I barely had time to react before she launched herself at me. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!” Her voice shook the walls. Before she could reach me, Beta Corey grabbed her mid-air, holding her suspended until she stopped thrashing. Her eyes—so much like Jasmine’s—burned into me with pure ha

MAVERICKI stand quietly in my mate’s living room, my hands clasped tightly behind my back while I wait for her downstairs.Unfortunately, my wolf hearing makes privacy almost impossible.I can hear every conversation happening upstairs.Every tear. Every shaky laugh. Every goodbye.Jax is unusually silent inside me, listening carefully as Jasmine speaks with her family and friends. I can feel his emotions mixing with mine—protectiveness, sadness, and something softer whenever he hears her voice.“She’s hurting,” Jax murmurs quietly.“I know,” I respond internally, my jaw tightening.The entire situation still feels unreal to me.A second mate.Something I have never heard of in all my years alive. Yet despite the confusion surrounding us, one thing remains painfully clear—Jasmine is mine, and every instinct inside me demands that I protect her.Footsteps descending the stairs pull me from my thoughts.I look up immediately.My breath catches slightly when Jasmine comes into view.She