Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Second Chance

Kristoff was born to win, he had everything he could ever want, money, fame, women, sex. Life was just a game to him, he's only in it for the pleasure. Until he met Chance.

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking. I thought I was finally free of the past. However, the moment the engagement was announced… Alpha Iris lost his mind.

broke my heart eight years ago. Now she's my boss. Emma Parker has spent years building walls around her heart, brick by painful brick. At 26, she's a rising star at one of San Francisco's most prestigious law firms, and she's worked damn hard to get here, partially to prove she's more than the naive college freshman who fell for her mentor and got destroyed. Then she walks back into Emma's life. Alexandra Richardson. Successful, gorgeous, and apparently Emma's new senior partner. The woman who taught Emma about law, about passion, and about heartbreak—in that order. Eight years ago, Alex chose her career over their secret relationship and disappeared without looking back. Now she claims she never stopped thinking about Emma. Now she says leaving was the biggest mistake of her life. Emma wants to hate her. She really does. But when they're forced to work together on a career-defining case, those old feelings resurface with a vengeance. Late nights in the office. Stolen glances. Accidental touches that linger too long. The chemistry that once consumed them is still there, burning hotter than ever.

The day my husband, Eric Johnson, brought his foster sister home from overseas, he gave her our master bedroom. "Yvonne just lost her husband. She's heartbroken, so I want her to feel comfortable," he said. I nodded obediently. "Okay." The next day was my birthday. Yvonne said she was feeling down and wanted her brother, Eric, to go stargazing with her. Eric turned to me and said, "She really needs me right now. I'll celebrate your birthday with you later." Still, I smiled and nodded. "Okay." Ten years of marriage and I was ready to walk away from it all… Because I have lived this life once already. In my previous life, I made the mistake of asking Eric to stay with me on my birthday. I did not let him go stargazing with Yvonne. She ended up falling into the water in her sorrow and was rushed to the hospital. After that, Eric shoved my head into a bathtub and held me there until I drowned. In this second life, when Eric handed me the divorce papers and said, "I’m only marrying Yvonne to help her revoke her foreign citizenship and restore her citizenship here. Once it's done, we'll remarry." I did not hesitate. I signed my name without a second thought. By the time he came looking for me again, I was already sitting on his archenemy's lap, smiling like a flower in full bloom.

The last thing Valentina Serra sees before she dies is the crack in the ceiling above her bed. She is 45 years old. She is not unhappy. That, she realizes in the last seconds of her first life, is the most devastating thing she could say about it. She opens her eyes in a university lecture hall in Barcelona. She is 20 years old. Her notebook is open, her pen is in her hand, and she can feel — with the precision of someone who has lived an entire life — exactly how much she is about to waste if she does nothing. She does something. Armed with 25 years of memory, Valentina sets out to close every loop she left open: the military commission she dismissed, the marketing career she let others architect for her, the relationship she stayed in long past its expiry date, and the mother she visited but never truly knew. One by one, she reaches for the life she talked herself out of the first time around. But the two people closest to her — the friends who have always been there, always supportive, always first to suggest the safer, smaller option — are watching. And when Valentina begins exceeding the quiet ceiling that they built for her, Isabel and David begin to coordinate. Then there is Ethan Cole. Washington D.C. Investment sector. Five years younger, which bothered her the first time. He will walk into her life again in Barcelona, and this time Valentina already knows what the long dinner and the careful conversation and the late-night walk along the Passeig de Gràcia will mean — if she doesn't talk herself out of it. She is not going to talk herself out of it.

Ever since her parent's death, all Violetta had to face was bullying, torture, and abuse from her father's best friend, and his family who had taken her in after their execution. Framed and locked up for a crime she didn't commit, Violetta faced a brutal death at the hands of her best friend, and at the point of death, she requested a second chance at life. The moon goddess grants her request by sending her back three years before the incident that ruined her life completely. What happens when the weak, all-to-emotional Violetta changes into a daring and sassy she-wolf? What happens when the man who caused her so much pain suddenly wants her back? Without even realizing it, she's caught the attention of another powerful werewolf.

"You're too weak to be my Luna," Alpha Ryker spat, choosing my stepsister over me—his fated mate. I thought losing my mate was the worst pain imaginable. I was wrong. The worst pain came when I discovered I was pregnant with his child the same day he banished me. The worst betrayal came when my stepsister revealed she'd been poisoning me for years, keeping my true power dormant. Now I'm back, no longer the weak omega they discarded. I'm the mysterious healer who saved the Savage Alpha's life—the ruthless Alpha King who's claimed me as his. They want me gone, but they don't know my secret: I'm carrying twins with a rare gift that could change everything. My ex-mate wants me back. My new mate wants revenge. And me? I just want to survive long enough to discover why everyone seems terrified of what I'm becoming. Because sometimes the weakest wolf holds the strongest bite.

She gave him everything…her heart, her body, her years. But Alpha Damien's cold heart never warmed, even after she bore his son. When she catches him roughly riding…another woman and watches her own child call that woman "Mommy," she knows the truth: she was never enough. Broken but not destroyed, Elena leaves her pack and transforms herself. Now she's back, stronger, sexier, and hiding a billion-dollar secret. She's not the weak Luna anymore. She's a tech genius, a hacker queen, and she's done begging for love. But the Moon Goddess isn't finished with her story. Her cruel husband wants her back. And his brother, Beta Kyle…the one who's always watched her with hungry eyes, claims she's his true mate. Two Alphas. One woman. And this time, Elena makes the rules.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked me. I looked at him, the hate in his eyes as he was looking at me was just too much for me to take. "I am here to claim my rights, I am your wife and you are my hubsband. As a married couple, we should stay together under one roof," I said and watched as he scoffed. "You left me 5 years ago, and now you suddenly want your rights as my wife? That is not happening," he said and then walked toward the door. He opened the door for me, "Get out," he said and I smiled. I left 5 years ago and that was the biggest mistake of my life. I should have stayed and fought for my daughter's rights and mine. I should have stayed and fought for our relationship. "I am not going anywhere, you and I exchanged vows. Till death do us part, I will only leave this house in a casket. I am here to stay now," I said. Well, he doesn't need to know that me leaving in a casket might happen very soon. He can't know the truth, first I need to help him bond with our daughter. This is his last chance to realize his mistake and also my last chance to find out the truth. Why did someone frame me of having an affair? Why was he told that he can't father a child when he has a child with me? Who planned all of this?

After being betrayed by a Wolf she held dear, leading to her death. Khloe, an omega, gets a chance to live a second time. She wakes up in the body of her school bully’s girlfriend and the most popular girl. **** “Hi, girlfriend.” I heard him say in his deep masculine voice as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. I felt anger and hatred surge through me. My eyes landed on the same lips he had spat on me with a few days ago, days before my death.