Novel & Cerita 2nd Chance Romance

will.” He pulled the blanket over us, tucking me against his side. “Get some rest. We have a wedding to plan.” I smiled, my hand finding his, fingers threading together. My engagement ring caught the candlelight, and something about it about this moment, this man, this second chance we’d been given made my heart feel too full. “I can’t wait to marry you,” I whispered. “Already married you once. Can’t wait to do it again.” He kissed the top of my head. “And this time, it’s forever.” “Forever,” I agreed, and fell asleep in his arms, knowing that some love stories were worth the second chance. Six months later. We got married on a Saturday in Gran’s garden. Small ceremony. Close friends and

Just good time, but on his terms. And now he was asking her to do exactly what he never was cut to be. The green of her eyes seemed to change shade beneath his stare, her body still, her voice cool. “If those are my priorities then why would I have an affair with you?” “Because I’m the best kind of forbidden fun,” Chance answered with a cocky smile promising it was true. “I’m your in between, your walk on the wild side after things didn’t work out at all with Charlton. A palate cleanser before the next blue blood gets in line.”

It was a series of codes and I had no idea what he was doing. Now that the shock of my face getting leaked has settled, and I’m no longer in a stupor from the new bond and the powerful lust that overtook me, I’m not sure how to handle the fact I have a second chance mate, and it is Mick of all people. Mick. The infuriating neighbor I have wanted to punch in the face almost every time I’ve seen him for the past year. Now we’re full mated and he’s making me coffee in my apartment, only wearing a pair of boxers.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

Then I heard the front door slam, his car starting and driving away, and then nothing. * * * In the morning, my best friend Annie’s name lit up my phone before I'd even woken up properly. Her first message was just a link. The second message said: “Don't be mad that I'm the one telling you.” I sat up and clicked the link. It was a picture of two figures on a beach, with the sunset behind them, and white sand all around. This was the kind of scenery you'd see on a honeymoon brochure. Brian had his arm around Lena's waist. They were both laughing at something.

When it hit her clit, she squeezed my shoulders, her words escaping her from what she really wanted to tell me. I knew what she wanted to say, that we weren't mates. That I hadn't claimed her as my beloved and that I must not be hers because I once had another. Not many understood what a second chance was, hell I didn't either, but he she was, my second chance, and I wasn't letting her go. "Sebastian," she muttered. My lips released hers as I kissed her neck. "Oh god, Sebastian, I need—"

But I was in a state of desperation and I would have my second chance mate, at all cost! I scanned the environment, waiting for Casper. My anticipation was palpable. I kept pacing, my wolf whimpering at regular intervals. I yearned for the sight of her. I played images in my mind, how I would explain things to her. She had to understand that she was my second chance at life and there was no way I could let her go. Casper came into my chamber, worry written all over his face. I sprang up from my seat as I met him halfway.

“I remember now. I remember everything—the summer we spent together.” Back then, we had clung to each other for warmth, drawing comfort from one another. Without realizing it, I had fallen in love with that boy. Caspian kissed me softly, reverently, as if making a vow. “Elysia,” he whispered, “stay with me for the rest of your life.” My eyes burned with tears as every last wall I had built finally collapsed. “Okay,” I replied. “I’ll stay with you. Forever.” Thank the heavens that I was given a second chance at life, so I wouldn’t miss the one I loved again.