All Chapters of His Human Second Chance Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TWO.~Lenora~Pain seared through my body from where I had fallen. My palm stung. My knee burned against the cold floor.“I didn’t push her,” I said, forcing myself to speak. “She tried to take my things and when I refused, she pushed me! And then she fell and started screaming...”Eleanor sobbed even harder, hiding her face against Vincent's chest. “It's all my fault. I didn’t mean to make her angry. I just wanted to see what she was holding, I'm so sorry. Please don't blame her..."That was all it took for my words to dissolve completely in their ears. They turned angrily to me. “You're seriously lying to us again, Lenora?" Vincent said incredulously. “She always does this,” Davis added. “She pretends to be innocent after hurting people. What is wrong with you? Where did we go wrong in raising you? She's your sister for goodness sake!”I looked at their faces. There was no doubt in them. No hesitation. Whatever Eleanor did or said, they believed her without questions. In their ey

~Lenora~My lips trembled as I stepped outside. The party for Eleanor still went on inside, and the music could be heard even as I walked step by step away from that building.My heart ached, and my eyes burned, but I tried to hold back every emotion that had plagued me. I had made my decision, and it couldn’t be changed.The path to the clearing was quiet. No one could accompany me on this journey, so I found myself silently crying, listening to the chirping of cicadas and birds as the sun’s rays pierced the sky.Upon stepping into the clearing, I saw a man waiting, it was the very same Gamma that I had met when I went to volunteer myself as the sacrifice.He wore a hood, yet his eyes met mine and I saw a faint hint of sadness and respect in them.“My lady, are you ready?” he asked. I could tell he was asking something else, asking whether I really wanted to do this.Could I really still turn back now?Nevertheless, I nodded shakily, and exhaled slowly, my body drained of energy alr

~Davies~The token gleamed, golden and edges decorated with intricate markings and gems. It was meant to be a thing of honor for those families, and many over generations displayed them in their homes.But this time, I couldn't help but feel the weight of that token.Father growled.“What is this supposed to mean, Franklin?” His demand was cold, a pressure for truth, and I felt that the truth was one we couldn't bear.Something was very wrong, and I didn't know what.Eleanor trembled beside me, her hands clutching at her gown, her gaze dropping involuntarily to the small bundle the Gamma carried, and recognition flared in her eyes. She let out a loud gasp, her hand moving to cover her lips.“That… that’s Lenora’s,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Those are the clothes she wore yesterday. Lenora… did she run away?” Her question lingered in the tense silence, fragile yet heavy, carrying hope and fear in equal measure.“Eleanor, be quiet.” My voice rang through the foyer and she insta

~Orion~I didn't understand this girl.The moment her voice dropped to that quiet whisper, barely more than a breath as she answered my question with a single word, I felt something shift within me that I could not immediately name.‘Nowhere,’ She had said, like it was a realization she only made just now. How intriguing.The word lingered, and for reasons I could not quite explain, it stirred something in my chest. She had nowhere to go. It was a sad admission, and I refrained from prying. It shouldn't have meant anything to me.My gaze remained fixed on her as she sat there, fragile yet composed, and I found myself recalling the moment I had first seen her. She had been lying in the center of a clearing, with the trees around her all destroyed. She had somehow been a force of nature to damage flora, and that had drawn me to inspect her. I had found her body crumpled within a crater that spoke of the force of her fall, the ground around her stained with blood so dark and heavy that i

~Davies~No one spoke.It was dinnertime, a time that should have been filled with laughter as the family often discussed together. After all, Father always said, ‘A family that plans together, stays together’. But this time, nothing.The dining hall was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around the room like an oppressive blanket, thick with unspoken words.My gaze was trained upon my meal, and every so often it would flicker to the seat far to my left, where SHE sat… or rather, USED to sit.Because she wouldn't be there anymore.Eleanor sat across from the empty chair, to Mother’s right, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed from crying, but she still wore that air of fragility, the kind that seemed to demand protection. She looked so pale, so much like she might collapse into the empty air around her, yet I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.I could hear her sniffles all the way across the table.And father? Father was silent, his gaze dark and grip on the soup spoon tight.