Second Life，no Second Chances Novels & Stories

“Perhaps, I made exceptions for you Rahul.” His eyes sunk in horror. “I've never killed that slowly before. You broke the record.” “But let me make this clear to you,” I told him. “Antonio. Doesn't. Fuck. With. Time.” “You have ten seconds.” I started to count. “You know,” Lisa started. 10 “You better agree.” 9 “He is going to shoot you anyway.” 8 “But your wife might survive.” 7 “Might?” his voice broke. 6 “He could get the password you know.”

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

I’ve heard the guards talking that our pack hopes our Alpha finds his second chance mate. Second chance mates do happen especially for alphas, but no one wants to be a second chance mate. Second chance mates are looked at with pity from others. No one can compare to your first mate, or so I’ve heard. Ending up as someone’s second chance mate is a gamble. Sometimes you get lucky and they didn’t mate or mark their first mate before they died, others didn't really love their first mate, but sometimes they did love their first mate and the second mate is stuck living in the shadow of the first mate. It’s a shitty hand to be given and most look at it as some type of curse, like you did something

“It's your home Rolland, find a way to fix it, you know I'm not a therapist and cannot help you “Lan?” I called and stood up, I walked close to her and leaned on the table, even though she busy scrolling through her laptop I know she's aware of my presence “What if I want to start all over again ? You Lan, our son and me, what do I have to do to get a second chance?” “Second chance?” She asked and pause to look at me, “It's over, there's no second chance, nothing can ever happen between us again Rolland”

I guess I needed to pry a bit more. "No matter the secrets, she was everything I could ask for. She was the second chance that changed my life for the better." I frowned. "What do you mean by second chance?" He sighed and looked out the window, tears welling up in his eyes and I almost held my breath. "Your mother was my second chance mate." If possible, my heart stopped but I quickly composed myself. It was a lot common now a days. Unmated wolves who had lost their counterparts or were rejected, they got second chances. Some chose mates for themselves but some were once again blessed by the Goddess.

Only time will reveal the answers. You still have the ability to live that life, Michelle. You can find a second chance mate or even a chosen mate. Any man would be happy to make you their mate. I told her softly. "Second chance mates are rare and hard to find. I'm just a failure," she admitted sadly. "I couldn't even keep my fated mate." She looked at me with honest eyes. "You're not a failure," I reassured her, reaching out to gently hold her hand. The moment my skin touched hers, I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body, igniting every nerve and leaving me sensation stunned.

"What was a mistake?" She groaned, frustration evident in her voice, "The sex, it was a mistake, I was feeling horny and I decided to use you to get it over with. Besides you offered" there, she crossed her hands, proud of herselfof It was finally off her chest. "Oh, alright" he blankly answered, "Oh? Alright?" Susan felt like a million bottles has been broken on her head, was this guy serious? Anyway, what was she expecting, that he will try to make her see they had a future together? Psh!.

He opened the box, revealing a ring that caught the reflection of the fireworks beginning to bloom above us. "Will you marry me again—this time, for real?" The night sky exploded in color, the sound of fireworks echoing through the sea air. I smiled, tears glimmering in my eyes, and nodded. "I will." We had avenged our families, reclaimed what was lost, and in the midst of blood and vengeance, we found something far greater. Each other. And the most brilliant life we never dared to dream of.

I made a mistake in the second exercise and it cost me eight seconds and the correction was visible to everyone watching. The laughter was not universal, but it was audible. Lilian didn't laugh. She waited until I had returned to the staging area and then came to stand near me with the particular positioning of someone who wanted to be overheard. "Eight years out of active competition," she said, pleasantly. "You can see it, can't you? The hesitation. The recovery lag. Some things don't come back the way you think they will." She looked at her nails. "It's brave of you to try. Truly."

I had tried speaking to an old friend in the kitchens, only to see the woman wince and turn away in silence. I had tried to approach a young Omega I had once piggybacked before, only to see the girl run away in fear. It did not take me long to find out why. "Anyone who speaks to you will be punished." That was Lorinda's edict. And overnight, I became an outcast. A ghost. I had been the beloved Luna. Now I was less than dirt. But in spite of it all, I still hoped. I hoped Rico would regain his senses.