My Second Chance Mate Is A Barbarian Novels & Stories

“You wanna hear the kicker?” “There’s a kicker?” I stare at him wide eyed. “Heh. You’re funny, kid.” He slaps me on the back, making me stumble forward. “Your friend is Tyree’s second chance mate.” “S-second chance mate? What happened to his first mate?” Getting a second chance mate is really rare. I have only heard of a few other wolves having one. Usually something tragic happens with your first mate for a second one to be granted by the Moon Goddess. Even then, it isn’t a guarantee you will get another fated mate.

That low life grabbed me by my legs. “Of course, baby doll. You don't know me, but I know you well and the evil things you do, you forget too soon love. Told you earlier, if you were paired with me as my mate, I won't accept you, I'm talking about my second chance mate, only if the deity decided to take pity on me and bless me with a second chance mate. Do you want to know what happen to my mate?” he asked. “No. No. I'm not interested in knowing your issue, leave my leg at once” I order him.

He conceded wryly before continuing. “But what I was about to say, my dear impatient Mate, is that I don’t think you are my second chance mate. From my discussion with my wolf, I think you were actually my First Chance Mate but because of the circumstances under which we met, we could not find out and that other lady was to be my second chance at a mate but thank goodness I rejected her. Don’t you think so?” His voice was extraordinarily sweet and gentle and I could only bob my head like a barbie doll.

That lowlife grabbed me by my legs. “Of course, baby doll. You don’t know me, but I know you well and the evil things you do. I told you earlier if you were paired with me as my mate, I won’t accept you. I’m talking about my second chance. Only if the deity decided to take pity on me and bless me with a second chance. Do you want to know what happened to my mate?” he asked. “No, no. I’m not interested in knowing your issue. Let go of my leg,” I ordered him.

I decided to ask mom about her and beta Garreth. "Are you and beta Garreth second chance mates?" I ask. "Yes, we are. I wasn't going to stay anything because I was not sure about it myself. I have never heard of a second chance mate, well not in my lifetime. I did call my grandfather and ask him about it. He told me that it is rare but it has happened. I also didn't say anything in case beta Garreth didn't want me." Mom explains.

At least I have my mind in this dark abyss, my memories straightening my nerves out to mere concerns while I drift in and out of the sight of my mate, my Alpha, Ryan. He is holding me in my sleep, his precious lips nibbling on my throat, near the mark he made when we were finally mated and bonded together. I remember the day, the ceremony, and every moment that led to my unlikely second life. I try to ignore the first chance I had, the rejection of a mate and the betrayal of a sister. Instead I look to Ryan, to the goodness of my second chance, and hope I will return to it all the same.

I felt my wolf roar in my head and raise her hackles. Azalea just told me that I was not just Lothar's mate but his second chance mate. Does that mean he has another mate somewhere? Why would he even have a second chance mate anyway? What happened to the first one? Did she die? Lothar did not in any way look like someone who has lost a mate to death.

she roared. “I brought her back” he seemed unfazed by his mother’s anger. “You...you what!” she looked completely surprised, even a little scared “What the heck is wrong with you?” her voice trembled from anger and disbelief. “Mother, she is my mate, you just can’t throw her out without expecting my wolf not to find her” his voice was firm. “She can't be your mate, fate can't be that wicked to give you a slut as a mate, Diana is here Scar, can't you see that?” she pointed angrily at Diana.

She would have a dreamy look on her face whenever she described the kind of mate she wanted, she was part of the reason I always got excited whenever my birthdays were coming becuase I could find a mate. I still remember her criteria for a mate from the moon goddess. Anne said she wanted a gentle male, handsome and yet sexy, kind yet rough at some point, Charming yet Dangerous when pissed off by the wrong people. Someone who would stand up for her anywhere and fight for her. She went on to describe his looks. She wanted him to have very dark hair and eyes the deep color of a blue moon. Somehow, I felt she was describing someone she actually knew, maybe a cRush but I didn't push it. It was fi

They call me dangerous, insane, and some even go as far as to refer to me as evil. Maybe I am all of those things now, but me being those things is what's going to keep my pack from having to go through what they went through that night. I wasn't as carefree as I used to be. I was only twenty-two years old when I lost my mate. I was still a young, carefree pup hungry for power back then, and now that I have that power, sometimes I wished I didn't. My second chance mate is beautiful. God, when she walked into that room, she took my breath away, and it took every power I had inside me to fight my wolves' need to claim her and my need to feel her in my arms.