Dark Prophecies: Second Chance Mates Novels & Stories

I asked, my hands bulging with veins as they clenched into fists. “You.” She said, pointing a finger at me. “You’re not just funny, James, you’re pathetic…” She said and chortled softly. “I thought this was just because you hated me and wanted to make my life a living hell for fun, but you’re just a man in need. I can see right through you, the look in those bottomless pits you call eyes, it’s all clear to me. You’ve raped me now, but you’re not satisfied, you haven’t felt the mate bond.” She made a pitiful clicking sound with her tongue. “You surely didn’t expect to feel the mate bond with me after all this time, did you? Oh come on, you can’t be that delusional.”

I could not understand the scent and the need to claim and own her. She looked at me, and I noticed that it had clicked in her mind just like it clicked in mine. We were fated mates. The goddess had blessed our union without a blue moon. In a world where finding mates was rare, we did not only get to find ours and reject them; we became second-chance mates. Seeing this, I prayed that Susan and Devin would also find second-chance mates too and leave us alone.

“Mate is in there!” Mate? I have a second chance mate, and she’s in the alpha suite? My heart started to pound, feeling hopeful and scared all at the same time. I suspected that I knew who was behind the door, but what if I was wrong? Would I feel disappointed? If my second chance mate isn’t Cassie, will my mate see my disappointment on my face? No, I would never let that happen. Second chance mates aren’t guaranteed, and if the Moon Goddess has seen fit to give me one, I will never let my mate see anything but love and devotion on my face.

“I’m here to end this.” Malachai’s laughter was cold, piercing. “End this? You can’t even begin to understand what’s at stake here. You think your precious mates will stand with you when it all falls apart? The prophecy foretold their betrayal. One of them will—” “Enough!” I cut him off, my voice sharp and filled with finality. I wasn’t going to let him plant any more seeds of doubt. I had already made my choice, and so had my mates. I knew them, heart and soul, and they knew me. No prophecy could take that from us.

“I… accept your rejection.” Abel smiled, pleased and tossed me to the ground. I take in a deep breath of air as my backside connects with the ground. “Good girl. This event is over for you. Go home Valeria.” I managed to get to my feet and I am on my way home. My body hurts all over, and my feelings are definitely hurt, but he’s right. There was no chance I would find my mate tonight. For some reason, the walk back seems longer. I cut back through the woods for a shortcut when a delicious scent hits me. It smells like sandalwood and spice, like every good thing I’ve ever smelled. This time when I hear it, I’m too afraid to turn around. “Mate.” A deep voice bellows in my ear. I’m fearful of t

However, the next morning, my girls come downstairs, both sporting brand new mate marks and Dante proudly showing off one on each side of his neck. “I guess we’ll be seeing you more often Lily,” I say to my friend over breakfast. “Yes, I think you will be,” she says frowning and watching them distractedly. I found out several days later that the day that Dante and my twins mated, a new prophecy came into being, one that promises love and hope for my girls and their mate.

“Your eyes are a beautiful green. I am sure you will soon extend your visions with no trouble.” “What is the prophecy?” fully aware she hadn’t answered my previous question. “Well,” her voice frail as a reed. “I told Freya this, and it has not wavered in my dreams for years. Of the three mate bonds created between the pack future leaders, one will founder into rejection and death.” “But Cillian doesn’t even have a mate. Freya and Phillipe are happy and having their commitment ceremony! So does that mean…” and my heart sank. She means us. Nikolai and I are doomed. Our mate-bond is already clouded by death.

As I shut my eyes tightly, I tried remembering. The two figures, the scent… Mate My eyes opened in shock. I took several steps back, almost crashing to the ground. There was no doubt. My instincts didn't lie . I had found my mate. The clanging sounds of metal came suddenly, making me wince. It was followed by a loud creak that echoed all the way from there. A deep male voice spoke out of my sight, commanding and authoritative. “Resume your posts. I will handle it myself.” “Yes, Alpha Michaels.” a set of voices echoed in response.

" I hope so Xavier, I really hope so. We deserve to be happy. Just please if we do not get that chance to have another mate, can we just settle with Ashley? I mean the devil that you know is better than the angel you do not know." "Never. We are never going to have that slut rule the pack beside us. I know you're not stupid and I know you smell other male on her which she always try to cover with her stupid cheap perfume." Xavier growled. " The moon goddess is going to bless us with a second chance mate and if she decided not to, we will find someone worthy to carry our pup and rule besides us." " Whatever you Xavier." I say looking up to the sky and growled loudly.

she said instead of answering. I didn’t deny it. Because I did. The pull. The pressure. The strange instability inside me that I had been ignoring for too long. “Andromeda,” I said more quietly now, “why do I feel like I’m being pulled somewhere all the time?” Her ears twitched slightly at that. “Because your mate is close.” The word hit differently than I expected. Mate. I shook my head immediately. “No.” “Yes,” she said simply. “That’s not possible,” I insisted. “I don’t— I can’t—”