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“I am sorry, Kyra. I really wanted to sort this out indoors but it would only make sense to end it here. So, I, Killian Darkmoon, reject you, Kyra Nightingale, as my mate.” I shook my head violently, refusing to accept the words. “I don't accept this rejection!” He looked down at me, expression pained but resolute. “This is not how it works, Kyra. I am an Alpha. Whether you accept the rejection or not… it still stands.”

"But think of it this way. We can simply reject each other as soon as we find our second chance mate, and everything can go back to normal. I promise you, everything will work out just fine. Trust me." "You think that by finding your second chance, everything will go back to normal?" Levi shrieked, throwing his arms in the air. "It is easier said than done!" "What is?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows together. What was Levi going on about? "Finding a second chance, mate!" Levi snorted. "You have about a one in a million chance of getting one." "No, it is not," I argue. "Second chance mates still exist. Rejected wolves can still find love a second time."

I said curiously. "Well, I don’t know but I am pretty sure that those two devils are up to no good". Liam replied. "So, what’s the second step, since our first one was a quick success, I suppose that we are going to proceed towards our second step". I asked. "Yes, we are going to. Listen closely, if we make a mistake on this step, trust me our plan will be a failure." I nodded and listened closely. "So, the second step is…."

I didn't know but I kinda miss him. If only I were strong enough to take risks again, most probably I'm already be in the warmth of his embrace. However, I was skeptical. I was traumatized by rejection and pain that I chose to live without him anymore. Truth be told, I thought it would be easy to wipe him out of my life after seeing him anew, but it was the exact opposite. I read his last piece of message and my fingers voluntarily tapped the reply button. My thumbs were doing a little dance and weren't sure what to say. Bizarre but in the end, I put it down and leaned my head on my chair before closing my eyes to calm my whole being.

It turned out he had been standing outside all along, secretly watching my wedding. Melissa suddenly dropped to her knees, hands clasped together as she begged. "Brandon, don't leave me. Give me another chance, please… Didn't you say that if I wrote you that forgiveness letter, you'd get back together with me?" Brandon covered his nose, clearly disgusted by the smell coming from her. "You framed Cheryl and lied about your marriage, yet you still dare to ask for forgiveness? Someone as filthy as you doesn't deserve to live in this world. You're disgusting."

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.

“But we were not fated mates.” There was silence around the table. Not only was it surprising that they weren’t fated mates, but also that they spoke so openly despite the stigma of second chances. Alpha Llewellyn wrapped an arm around his wife. “It was not without its difficulties, both of us going through our own rejection experiences. But there’s something special when you’re second-chance. Like fate happened to you because of you, not in spite of you.” “That’s a beautiful way of seeing it,” I said, thinking only of Luka, wondering what she was doing right now.

"I can’t believe you have the nerve to ask me. My company only hires college graduates. And even if they didn't, I don't help people who cheat and lie, Jamie." ​I felt the rejection in my bones. I threw my phone across the bed, tears streaming. He was right. I deserved that. I almost gave up looking right there. ​But then, the next morning, he sent another message. Short and crisp. ​"Go to Izakaya Mori. Ask for Mark, the manager. Tell him I sent you. Don’t be late." ​Larry hadn't forgiven me, but he hadn't left me drowning either. I rushed to the restaurant, and Mark, a young man with unnervingly sharp eyes, interviewed me and offered me a waitress position. It was a lifeline.

“You have become my whole world and I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Stone. I hope I get to watch you become a Mother to my children and that I get to watch you grow old with me as we create a lifetime of memories together.” I stood listening to every word, trying not to cry and mess up my makeup. I looked in his eyes as he spoke to me, filled with joy. I responded with, “Jason, I never imagined I’d get a second chance to feel love again. You have taken away all of my fears and have given me the chance to share myself, my dreams and hopes with you. I can’t wait to create a lifetime with you, I love you. I promise you the rest of my life and am so proud to be able to call you my husband,” I smil