Novel & Cerita Dark Prophecies: Second Chance Mates

“Or are you disappointed that the man you schemed to get is the wrong choice?” “No,” I said, voice tight with conviction. Closing whatever distance was between us. Heart pounding harder and faster than ever. “You are the one made for me.” Love. Affection. Mate bond. It had nothing to do with us. Our connection would coil from purpose—mutual understanding—revenge and pain. Zadekiah’s eyes cracked. The sharpness didn’t fully fade but his eyes were no longer haunting. Just watching. “Absurd.“ “So what if we are not fated mates—I choose you. All you have to do is choose me. You and me together. I can help you reclaim what you lost… everything.”

Edward answered my unasked question and I turned around, everyone seeing my now changed eyes, and Emeric smirked. “Someones pissed, pregnant, and ready to kick some damn ass,” I smirked back and Cassandra growled. “Let’s get back our Knight Alpha,” * The building soon turned into a labyrinth and the twins, other soldiers that were with us, and Emeric walked at a slower pace all while keeping me in the middle, and watching me to see if I still had the scent. A mate can smell their mate long before anyone else as they’re our other half. It’s almost like a survival thing.

“Get her out of here and take her back to the dungeon. Her time to be treated well is up.” “No, no, please don't do this again Damien. I promise to listen to you. He yielded not to her voice. ------ “She's somehow bold to talk back at you, Damien.” “Oh don't mention it.” “Well, she's your mate.” “Don't look at me like that. You look at her just the way you looked at Keila.” “Stop it.”he growled “ Even their names match a bit.” “I said stop it.” His voice echoed through the passages.

Panic surged through her, and she took a tentative step back, her gaze never leaving the predator. The wolf advanced, its eyes locked on hers. It was close enough now that she could see the individual hairs on its muzzle, the sharp glint of its teeth. Lila's mind raced, a whirlwind of fear and despair. Was this how it would end? Was she to be torn apart, forgotten in these woods, another casualty of her family's ruthless ambitions?

She paused for dramatic tension before willing herself to say, "Garrett is my second chance mate." The reporters all gasped in amazement. A second chance mate was uncommon. It meant that the individual had been truly blessed by the Goddess and that the rejection of the previous mate bond was valid. "That… that is impossible. Someone like you could never have a second chance mate and you don't hold a mate mark either, you…"the reporter responded, still reeling from his big misstep. The other reporters began to feel awkward at this point. They had no idea what to ask next. It was frowned upon to even inquire about the mate mark. They were hired to extract vital information from her, and as far

“Apparently her husband served her divorce papers instead of footing the medical bill. So I footed it and Layla asked that I bring her home with us.” “So far I haven’t heard anything that would make you this troubled, Lucian.” “That’s because I haven’t gotten to that part yet, Martin.” I finished my glass and poured myself another one. “Well get on with it then.” “You see, our hands touched while I was handing her luggage to her. And I felt it inside me, so strong that I couldn’t think of denying it. She’s my mate.” He stared at me in silence for a while, then drank the last bit of whiskey left in his glass.

Maya scolded me. Second chance mates were rare though. Frankly, after what Matt had implied, I wasn’t sure I would trust The Goddess’ choice if she did send another fated mate my way. No, I’d made my peace with being a lone wolf a long time ago. This is what I wanted. It’s not like we’ll have any chance of finding a second chance mate at a human college. Maybe some hot human guy will keep us company. I threw Maya a bone. I laughed to myself, part of me wanted to call Alpha Denzel and tell him not all people saw their mates as the Goddess sent gifts that he’d raved about.

"Cause the truth is out I realized That without you here Life is just a lie" Ash and Adom both sang the next line, looking into each other's eyes as they sang. "This is not the end This is not the end We can make it You know" The smile on Ash face as Adom belted out the chorus with him, passion in his voice, couldn't get any bigger. "You and me got a whole lot of history We could be the greatest team rat the world has ever seen You and me got a whole lot of history So don't let it go, we can make some more

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

They seemed like a handful. My eyes were gradually returning to their usual gray. I extended my hand for a shake, regarding them with a tenderness I have never felt. "I am Alpha Trevor," I started to say, "I am your…," "Trevor!" Bella shouted, tossing me a warning gaze. I nodded. Bella had to understand I was never letting them go. I would be foolish to let my second chance mate disappear after searching desperately for months. I guided the twins to sit in a corner while I had a talk with their mother.