How Does Secondhand Lions End?

Here I am, sitting in my truck driving back home. I can't believe dad has finally decided to step down and he wants me to become the new Alpha. I can't believe that has been 10 years since I left. It's been 11 years since I lost my mate. 11 years since my younger siblings were born. 11 years since I became depressed and I was on a journey of self destruction. The loss of a mate is the worse thing we can ever go through. Follow Leon’s journey in becoming a powerful Alpha and getting a second chance in , but will he take it? Will his mate accept a broken ? A broken Alpha. Book Twoo of My LycanNow it's Leon’s turn.

After the brutal murder of her parents. Alina is on the run from her past, including the father of her secret twins who rejected her as a mate, Sebastian. Years later, her children are kidnapped by an unknown adversary. Desperate and with nowhere else to turn, she is forced to seek help from the only person who can assist her, Sebastian. Sebastian, now a powerful alpha werewolf, is given a second chance to reclaim his mate and protect their children. As they work together to find the kidnapper, their intense connection from their past is reignited, but they must keep their true feelings for each other a secret as Sebastian now has an arranged mate. Alina and Sebastian must come to terms with their past mistakes and protect their babies. Will they be able to overcome their differences and reclaim their status as mates, or will Alina find a second chance mate and choose him?

Three years into my fake death, my wife and daughter showed up at my door. To get rid of them, I grabbed a knife and threatened to end my life. Then my seven-year-old daughter put her hand on my father's ventilator. Claire Harrison stood beside her, her voice trembling as she delivered her ultimatum. "Wesley, either you see your father suffocate to death, or you come back and be my husband again. Your choice." I was shaking with rage, but I put down the knife and remarried her. Walking back into that familiar villa, I became the Harrison family's model "devoted husband and father." When my foster brother needed her company because he was feeling down, I cleared out and booked myself a hotel. I ended up with a perforated ulcer, went into surgery, and never once called her. When my daughter got picky and said she only wanted her uncle's cooking, I went straight to Dylan's place and brought him back to live with us. Even on my birthday, when Dylan suddenly started crying and said, "I'm so jealous of you, Wesley. You've got such a wonderful wife and kid. Me? I've never even gotten a decent birthday present," I didn't hesitate—I slid the onyx bead bracelet off my wrist and pressed it into his hand. The deep black beads gleamed against his pale skin. But Claire's eyes went red. She grabbed my wrist, her voice sharp as a blade. "Wesley, that was the love token I prayed for you—step by step on my knees—all the way across the Mojave."

At the pack's coming-of-age trial, my son, Dorian Terrell, earns a top-tier wolf evaluation, breaking a decade-long pack record. As the Alpha, my mate, Brad Terrell, is beside himself with joy and immediately talks about setting Dorian up as a sparring partner for his first love's son, Finlyn Graham. But the moment Brad hears the speech Dorian prepared for the award ceremony, his smile freezes. The speech centers on Brad, but it is anything but grateful. Dorian wrote, "On the day I came of age, my body shattered from the pain of my first forced shift, while he stayed on the phone, patiently guiding his first love's son on how to harness that power. "He spoke all night while I screamed in agony, and not once did he look back. During this trial, I ran into a pack of frenzied leopards and sent out a bloodline distress call. But he severed the link, leaving me to fight for my life. "All because his first love's son broke down during his own trial, and he had to rush off to soothe him. He is no longer my father. From this day on, he is only the pack's Alpha." Brad slams his hand onto the table, shattering the crystal glass in rage. "I'm the Alpha of this entire pack! Protecting every pup is my duty! Finlyn is gifted. It'd be a tragedy if he failed his trial over an emotional breakdown! You made it out alive anyway, so do you really need to humiliate me like this at the ceremony?" Dorian looks at him calmly, the deep reverence in his eyes entirely gone. "You're right. So, Alpha Brad, just go and protect your delicate genius."

The day I was finally welcomed back into the Salazar family, Nathaniel Salazar—the frail adopted son they'd raised in my place—died from heart failure. My sister, Alyssa, shaved her head and withdrew from the world, claiming she wanted to soothe Nathaniel's restless soul. My parents had lost two children in a single night, and they blamed me for both. To make amends, they decided my heart would one day be donated to a distant young relative suffering from the same condition. After all, that little boy had been Nathaniel's favorite person in the world. From that day on, I was forbidden from drinking, smoking, staying up late, or doing anything that might damage my health. They called it redemption for my brother. For ten years, I lived like a spare part, a replacement waiting for the day I would finally be needed. Then, three days before the transplant surgery, I saw Nathaniel in the hospital. He was alive. He was curled up against Alyssa's shoulder, acting spoiled while our parents watched with indulgent smiles. Alyssa gently stroked his hair. "Don't be scared, Nathaniel. Jordan's healthy heart will be yours soon. After this, you'll never be sick again." I lowered my eyes to the results of my pre-surgery examination: stage IV stomach cancer with multiple organ failure. Not a single organ was suitable for transplantation.

On the day my father died, his seven most trusted men all met violent deaths within the same twenty-four hours. Hugh Castillo sacrificed his legs to butcher the gang and put me in power. “Taz, don’t be scared. Those monsters are gone. You’re finally free.” In the years he lay paralyzed, I tried over a thousand experimental drugs and prayed at every church across the country. I hunted down every possible remedy, praying for just one that would bring him back to his feet. When Hugh learned of this, he swallowed a bottle of pills one night to end his life. After he was revived, he smiled and wiped the tears from my face. “Taz, I don’t want to be a dead weight. You deserve a better life than this.” That night, we held each other and wept. We swore that from then on, no matter what, we would never leave each other behind. But seven years later, a sweet-looking girl showed up at my door with a thousand photos I was never meant to see. “Every month, while you were praying to God in churches, Huey was busy trying out new positions with me. “Ms. Sheargold, don’t you know that used goods like you kill a man’s desire? It was no wonder he’d rather play the cripple than touch you.” I looked through every single photo, then put them up for auction underground.