The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

Rylee It’s almost close to ridiculous. The world's most notorious Alpha is riding on me, his hard cock still pinning to my private parts. Yet, he looks pained and asks me why I don’t accept him. If you'd told me a week ago that I'd be mated to Alvar and winning his heart, I’d have spat at you and called you crazy. But now, I’m the one who feels crazy. Alvar is my second-chance.

Huh, were we going on bikes? They're row after row of gleaming metal, the engines rumbling low. The scent of fuel and leather mixed in the air, intoxicating and deadly. My pulse quickened. Of course. I had forgotten, this family, these Alphas… they weren’t just wolves. They were bikers. Dangerous, untouchable, feared. One by one, everyone climbed onto their bikes, their movements easy with practiced confidence. Everyone but me. I stood awkwardly at the edge, my arms crossed tightly as I tried to mask the rising panic in my chest.

Evie suggested, trying to find a reasonable explanation, though we both doubted this was the case. Alpha Alexander’s actions weren't those of a grieving man; they were deliberate and cruel. No amount of sorrow could excuse how he treated me—especially not when we were both so far gone under the influence of alcohol. I couldn't recall anything after I pressed that bottle of whiskey to my lips, the night blurring into a haze of shock and confusion. Discovering Alpha Alexander as supposedly my second chance mate had thrown everything into disarray. "Is he even my second chance mate, or is destiny just playing cruel games with me?" I wondered aloud, the question hanging heavily between us.

“Please don’t…please.” “Hurry up before we get caught.” Suddenly, there was a swift movement in our midst, and the men saw it too. The warmth I felt afterward hit me hard. I felt different—my tears had dried, and I felt stronger. Confident. That feeling like I was safe, and that strong pull toward something… My mate bond. I looked up and saw the figure towering above the four guys. Alpha Luca. He is my second-chance mate. “I will give you five seconds to run,” he said, and they all turned to meet his gaze. “Or else, I’ll find you, and I’m sure you boys know what that means?”

I sat and thought about everything Alpha Riker had said, and one thing stuck out more than all the rest. It is a gamble to ask the burning question on my mind. “Alpha, did Luna Olivia die because you betrayed your mate bond? If you committed abuse against your fated mate, how did you get Luna Jess as your second chance mate?” I asked curiously. If Alpha Riker got away with infidelity, then I should, too. That made sense in my book.

And then the old Alpha from the Blue Moon pack comes in with his younger son, as his oldest has a mate and is not the Alpha. I stand and go to greet them as they are our closest allies and friends, and walk over there. “Alpha Adam, Alex. It has been a while.” I saw and bowed my head. “Alpha Liam, good to see you. How are you?” “I am good, thank you,” I answer, but then we get interrupted by Alex blurting out MATE. We stop talking and watch as Alex starts walking towards Alpha Mike and his sister. The girl is lost looking at him, and I can see her say the word, mate. Alex offers her his hand, and she takes it, blushing hard, as they leave to get to know each other.

I reach up, cupping his rough, scarred face in my palms, looking straight into the golden eyes of the Alpha who fought an empire to save my life. “You are no butcher, Bramwell Kersey,” I say firmly, pressing my lips to his in a deep, consuming kiss that tastes of promise, safety, and forever. “You are my mate. My protector. My Alpha.” He lets out a low, reverberating roar of pure triumph, pulling my body flush against his chest as the golden sun sets over the peaceful mountains of our home, locking our souls together for all eternity. THE END

The Beta stepped forward and bowed to the Alpha with his hand on his chest. While this was going on, the scent was so hard and Alpha Kasper couldn't hold back. He descended the podium, he'd found his mate, he thought the moon goddess was going to give him Chelsea, his childhood sweetheart and best friend. He knew the direction the scent was coming from. But he couldn't see who his mate was. Everywhere seemed crowded and he could only see a pair of eyes, he locked eyes with her but he needed her to step out, she's his mate, the future Luna of the pack.

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

“No one is free unless we’re all free. I lost a huge chunk of my life to a rogue Alpha who believed he was better than everyone else. My mate lost most of her life to the same mad man and spent it all in fear. I can’t allow our pup to grow up in a world that doesn’t respect the balance we all rely on, respect the right for everyone to find their mate as the Goddess sees fit. Zach himself almost robbed me of that. We’ll use Zach for intel but we lead our own operation, have our own plan of attack using all we’ve got to keep the fight there and away from our own lands,” I said. Suddenly Beverly came out of the packhouse, but I was the only one who seemed to notice since everyone was immediatel