Dark Prophecies: Second Chance Mates Novels & Stories

“One thing you have to know is that there's a part of you that has darkness, which the triplets can tap into and brainwash you to their side. If they're able to do that, then, your other half has to kill you.” “What?” she exclaimed, opening her eyes. “Why do I have to die in everything? And, who is my other piece, for crying out loud?” “Your mate, Alpha Tyrone,” she announced. “Who is that? Do I have a throw mate?" “No. You have only one, Alpha Tyrone.” “But I have no idea who that is. I only know Alpha Tyler.” As she called out his name, she bit her lips to the point she felt a metallic taste. She let go, knowing that she was drawing blood.

The one he never found until now, the moment when I was finally chosen to be his Luna. I can't even explain how much excitement and happiness I felt when I was chosen to be his Luna. It felt like a dream come true to realize that Alpha Julian was finally going to be mine. I knew I could never find my mate because people like me don’t get mates and I was so happy. But that never happened. This is why I'm in this muddled-up situation that could cost me my life if he ever finds out.

And somehow, I believed it. I should’ve been cautious, should’ve waited, but I didn’t. My feet carried me forward before I could stop myself. Her eyes flicked up and locked onto mine. Everything inside me stopped. The world around me faded to nothing but the intensity of her gaze. And then, at the exact same time, we both spoke. “Mate.” The word hung in the air, heavy, overwhelming, and right. I froze, unable to move, unable to breathe. This was not how it was supposed to happen. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She wasn’t supposed to be the one.

Alex said to Adrian while grinning ear to ear. "And so what, since when did it become a crime to choose my fated mate over my chosen mate," Adrian asked Alex with an angry tone. "Well choosing your fated mate over your chosen mate isn't a crime, but just as the rules stated, if you already have a chosen mate before finding your fated mate, you have the right to chose one and stick to one, but if the one you chose turns out to be evil, then you will bear the consequences, and as we both know, the consequences of leaving someone who you chose yourself and who has been good to you and who even spent some years with you and going for someone who later on turned to be evil is being stepped down,"

he fumes as his eyes narrow at me. “So this is all about getting even with my parents? You’re forcing me to be your mate in hopes that it fills whatever void you’ve been living with all these years? You’re pathetic!” I yell at him, flailing my arms as I speak. “Oh, this is about so much more than revenge, my dear. That second prophecy your mother saw was about her daughters. She was happy to die and fall victim to the plague, knowing that you five would be the key to undoing it. But I trusted your parents to do the right thing once. I won’t make that mistake again, and the world is so much better without fated mates. So, come the full moon in three days, you will mark me, and take me as your

The Queen flinched slightly at the sharpness in my voice. “You said Elias had multiple mates.” She nodded weakly. I inhaled slowly, trying to organize the horrifying realization forming inside my mind. “There is no record,” I said carefully, “of anyone ever having a third chance mate.” Queen Genoviva frowned slightly. “She is correct.” I continued before anyone interrupted. “And second chance mates carry marks.” My hand instinctively touched the glowing violet markings at my neck. Sol’s golden and aqua marks glowed faintly beneath his collar in response.

On the same day of their separation, Elijah found me and realized that I am his second chance mate. Second chance mates are rare, and it can be called a miracle that the Goddess gives Elijah a second chance in love by mating us. He hasn’t rejected his first mate, but one can find a second mate irrespective of rejecting their first mate. It's complicated and goes against the laws of the mate bond. Yet it's a blessing to the ones whose first mate dies or leaves them. Elijah sighs, “You know about Nixie. She wants to be back with me.” I clench my fist. “And you want to get back with her?” My lips quiver, and I struggle to stop my body from trembling, but it's futile.

“But there are such things as Second Chance Mates, right?” He snickered, glancing down at me, as if knowing something I didn’t. Second Chance Mate? Since almost nobody ever survived the loss of a mate or even a rejection, the term was nearly mythical. A second chance at a mate? It was all broken wolves' dream. So when some ancient tale told about wolves who lost their mate but found a second one, some dared to hope… Some – like Victor – didn’t care!

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.

The door clicks shut, leaving me staring at it in stunned silence, Elijah’s words echoing relentlessly in my mind. Second chance mate. The phrase slashes through my heart, leaving a raw ache in its wake. My throat tightens, and my stomach churns violently. My eyes had come across it in the werewolf book accidentally. It’s what happens when a wolf rejects their first mate—they’re given another chance at love, at destiny, with someone else. Someone better suited to them. Does that mean he’s planning to reject me? Is he already imagining another woman in my place?