A Warrior's Second Chance Novels & Stories

High Warrior Nexis says to us, while gazing into his mates eyes. “Remove his shackles!” Py yells to the guards. Once Palin is free, his mate snatches him into a tight embrase. I look over to see Warrior Ralo glaring at the happy mates. “Warrior Ralo!” I snap and watch his glare turn towards me. “Yes?” He snaps at me.

I watched from the windows, luckily it's tinted from the outside, they won't be able to see me I hope. I watched as Marcel And Derek exchanged pleasantries with the Beta and other warriors of my former pack, I still recognize most of their faces, I wish Derek could claw their faces out right now, but it's bad to pay evil with evil, I guess, well, I would punish them when the time is right.

This story is all about boys love. Love is not gender biased. It's all about feeling how we feel towards someone especial. Everyone gets second choice to correct the mistake . Ryan also gets the second chance to get back his soulmate. But does he really make this chance in the right way or just spoils it again and left regretted rest of his life. Parth who loves him unconditionally, tries all possible ways to get his love but love is all about putting equal efforts from both side.

“Aha, a rebel. That’s promising.” Sam closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before shifting into a new stance. His eyes flicked briefly to me, searching for approval. “You’re doing wonderfully, Sam,” I said, proud. “Any pack would be lucky to have a warrior like you.” His cheeks flushed, but his smile only grew wider. Erik nodded in Sam’s direction. “Look at him go,” he said. “At this rate, I’ll be out of a job in a few years.”

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

I agreed and walked with him, further away from the rest of the brawling. Walking with Tanner he ambly chatted about his life. Tanner was the lead warrior in this pack. He had a mate, who was once a rogue and stumbled upon her when he was on his first ever patrol of the border. He has a pup on the way and I have never seen anybody prouder of their own family. As we got away from the warriors, we took position facing each other, now in full fighting position.

He said. “Yeah. But that doesn’t change everything else that happened.” I said. “I know it doesn’t. But she’s here and you get a second chance. That’s a lot more than some people get.” He said. “You know what, I really don’t care right now. I have to try and get this barrier up again. I need you to organize the warriors and start thinking of packs that you can recruit to help fight against dad.” I said. “You’ve got it figured out.” He said.

I said into the phone, every word carved from steel. A soft chuckle answered me. “So you thought.” The line went dead. I lowered the phone slowly, dread and clarity colliding in my chest. Alexander took it from my hand, his eyes burning. “We’re not waiting anymore.” Neither was the enemy. And for the first time since my rebirth, I understood the truth I had been avoiding: My second life wasn’t just about love or revenge. It was about finishing a war that had followed me across death itself. And this time I would be the one standing at the end.

Or maybe It myself I hated more for harboring feelings for her at all. By dusk, my knuckles throbbed and my pride was in tatters. As I left the yard, Warriors gave me sidelong looks, sweat streaking my back. I could almost hear their unspoken questions—how could the Alpha’s heir, fated mate to a human, be trusted to lead them? I told myself I didn’t care about the murmurs. But the truth was, every whisper dug deeper than the last one spoken. I needed to find a release. I found it waiting in the shadows behind the clubhouse.