His Second Mate Novelas e Histórias

“That’s not true.” Emma’s jaw clenched. She hated how easily he could see through her. His eyes searched hers, his expression unreadable. “Tell me the truth, Emma.” She bit her lip, her pulse hammering wildly. Say nothing. Push him away. Leave. But the words came out before she could stop them. “You’re my third mate.” Silence. Emma held her breath, bracing herself for his reaction. But he didn’t look surprised. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “I know.”

As much as I had never lived by the customs myself, respect was given where respect was due, and Cali had earnt mine. “Cali!” She stated with a scowl and I figured that she wasn’t keen on the title, or maybe just not used to it yet. “Of course. There is no one else in the world besides you that knows how terrifying it was escaping that hell hole, and besides that you are Damian’s mate, that makes you my third.” She informed and I felt my eyes widen and my mouth drop in astonishment and a little bit of horror. Me as a Luna’s third. Nope, not going to happen, never.

It hadn’t been easy. He wasn’t ready for that, though. Plus, I still needed to tell him he was my third and final fated mate. Once I marked him, we would be bonded, connected in a way that was beyond intimate. I wouldn’t force that on him. “Hm, your skin feels so nice against mine.” His voice was thick with sleep. I planted a kiss on the hollow of his throat. “Good morning.” “Morning.” He gripped my hip and pulled my belly against his rigid cock.

And my mate? He would be glad to get rid of me, at least that's the feelings I get whenever I look at him. I'm a disappointment to him, I just don't know why. I have heard rumors about him losing his first mate, she died years ago, and I would think he would be happy to find his second chance mate, but I guess not. So, being alone sounds pretty good to me at the moment. I don't have anyone.

I spat in disgust, I can't believe there was ever a time I had wished the monster in front of me would be my mate, I can't imagine there was a time I had puppy love feelings for this evil man in front of me. He erupted into laughter "The moon goddess knows nothing, she is an old fool— I have worked too hard to let a goddess dictate how I shape my life, I did not kill your first mate to have you mated with another man immediately. We were destined to be together, if the moon goddess could not see that, then that is her choice and I have also decided to make my own choice" "What?— what?" I stuttered, I was confused, what did he mean by my first mate, was Kaden not my first " I don't understand

Today was the second anniversary of Vincent's death, and I would be lying if I said that the thought of joining him had never crossed my mind. The most painful part was that everyone seemed to have moved on. I thought the weather could be as cloudy as my mind or heavy with rain as I cried my heart out, but it was quite the opposite. I was a failure as a mate. I could barely protect my first mate from getting mauled by rogues, and now my second chance mate is not even here by my side, consoling me because I failed to keep him. I laid there, eagle spread on my bed, not having the strength to do anything else. That was until I heard a banging on the door, and I rolled over, covering my ears wit

Three words. I loved him. In spite of everything, I still loved him. But though I did, I knew I couldn't be with him. There stood three versions of him in my head. One was the first one I had seen. The distant stranger I had found myself mated to who had a fiancee. The one who Everybody else feared and I had almost feared.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to remember that Wyatt is my second mate, so things didn’t go like they do with your true mate. Your true mate is so much stronger than your second.” Finn’s smile instantly reappears as he eagerly nods his head. I can’t control myself as I let out a soft chuckle. Finn’s mate is going to be so lucky. I walk over to the bed and sit down while avoiding everything that I’m trying to pack for the trip. Finn and Ben follow right behind me.

Before I can say anything else or Frost can retort, someone appears in the doorway behind him. Frost steps aside, farther into the room, and the newcomer pauses in the archway, his gaze searing through me. My wolf howls. I knew it. My third mate is here.

she answered. “I do. He’s never given me a reason not to. Quite the opposite, in fact. Look, honey, I’m not going to tell you that all mates are perfect, because trust me, I know firsthand that they’re not. Your uncle is not my first mate. He’s what we call my second chance mate. Sometimes, when you have the Goddess’s favor, if your first mate rejects you, passes away, or treats you badly, she will grant you another mate. My first mate was not a good man or mate. He hurt me so deeply that when I found your uncle, I was afraid to love him. I was terrified that he would be just like my first mate, but he’s not. My first mate was a cheater. He manipulated me. He happily took every part of me th