His Second Mate Novelas e Histórias

He had searched tirelessly, leaving no stone unturned, but the ocean yielded no clues to her whereabouts. Every night, Eric would stand at the helm of the ship, staring out at the endless expanse of the sea, haunted by memories of their shared adventures. He would replay their conversations, the laughter they had shared, and the moments of vulnerability they had both revealed to each other. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave as he realized how deeply he had underestimated the danger his crew was in.

The air thickened no, shifted. Something was here. Someone. Black stirred inside me, the growl in his voice low and rough. She’s here. Who? I asked, already knowing. The answer burned through me like wildfire. Mate. My pulse stuttered. No. That couldn’t….before I could complete my sentence, the door opened. And then the universe had the audacity to stop moving. Three people stepped in, laughing. Lila, a male I recognized as Theo and a girl who didn’t belong to this world.

I said it as a note of warning to him and every other person present. “And secondly,” I turned toward the elders seated at the two sides of the large table, “I rejected my first mate two years ago and only just found out I have a second chance mate upon my arrival, who happens to be no one but her,” I said, pointing toward Aurora. “My mate,” I added almost like a murmur, but they heard it clearly. The hall was quiet…too quiet. But of course, Liam wasn’t. He was bent on making a fool of himself, and yes, I would be more than willing to watch him roll in his own mess if that was what he wanted.

“Kate explained to me, what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Gregory? Why was he so angry when Giselle almost hurt you earlier?” asked Britney quickly, gasping for air. I sighed. “I don’t know if this is the right time to tell you guys. But the truth is Mr. Terrence Gregory is my second mate.” Britney opened her mouth wide in disbelief. “Is that true? You’re not kidding me, are you?” “I’m serious. He is my second mate. At first, I didn’t believe that Mr. Gregory was my mate either. But, I can inhale the pheromone from his body.”

Aurora’s POV The more I thought about what Silva had said to me, the more terrified I became. Just when I thought everything was falling back in place, I got to know that my third mate was a psychopath who had killed his sister. He didn’t end there, he had hung her picture on his wall like it was a trophy. Pressing my lips into a thin line, I lifted my head slowly as anger welled up inside of me. The moon goddess had been unjust to me.

I could still feel it twisting, bruising, even if my heart was already shattered. “How can I possibly have three mates at the same time?” I whispered in disbelief. The one with darker eyes answered first. His voice was deep. “We don’t know.” The second, the green-eyed one who had nearly caught me, stepped forward. There was something softer in his tone. “But we’ve always felt you. For years. As if a part of us was… missing. We dreamed of you. And when we saw you today, when we touched you… we knew.”

I lied to her as I smiled and ran my hand across her soft sexy lips. The truth was I was not in the mood to kiss her which scares me if it was a mood or the spiritual connection, I felt with my first mate that made me no longer felt attracted to my Luna. It was quite absurd to think of something like this knowing my first mate was dead. She was no longer among the living.

I signalled the bartender for another drink again. I looked around the dingy bar. Couples and groups of friends filled the booths, laughing and having fun without a care. A feeling of jealousy and bitterness twisted in my gut. If only I could be so carefree. If only I could live a Normal life like every other person. I had drank more than six bottles of beer yet I wasn’t satisfied. A memory flashed as I remembered my first mate sisters harsh words at her brother's funeral: "Stay away from him unless you want to end up in the grave too." More tears stung my eyes. How many times had I heard that I was...cursed?

He was able to keep things under control for the time being. *** I was unable to get the whole incident from the previous day out of my mind. Seeing my pictures on the Internet made me sick. While I checked from one story to the other, I came across a quite interesting story. Trevor's first mate abandoned him? That was Mara and I couldn't help but wonder why she ended up rejecting him after the hell they both put me through. After she abandoned him a few months to the Luna festival, he became desperate for a second chance mate. And that was me!

He was breathing raggedly, his entire body strung taut, his pulse thudding against the column of his throat. And his eyes were still blazing bright. Then he spoke. “I, Alpha Elias Beaumont…” His voice seized. And it felt like the words were caught in his throat. The matebond connection constricted us tight like a garrote, searing through my veins, drawing off the both of us. His breath stuck, his fingers unclenching. “Get it over with,” I taunted, thrusting out my chin. “Don't stop now. You coward.” He tried to. I could sense him trying.