The Omega's Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

I blush again but clear my throat and lead the way to my house. I call on Brooke, an Omega, to get a change of women's clothes and bring them to my house via pack mind-link as I lead her to the bathroom. "Go ahead and get comfortable. A change of clothes is on its way." Naomi nods and smiles. "See you soon." She says and shuts the door. I sigh and go to the living room to sit down. Having my second chance mate is like a dream. How did I get so lucky with a wonderful Luna wolf?

Said he’d rather be buried than admit I came from his blood. But I was nineteen now. And the Moon Goddess, in what I can only assume was a cruel joke, gave me a mate. Alpha Lucan.The golden boy of our pack. Father adored him, called him “the future.” Apparently, that was the only worthwhile thing I’d done—be mated to a man he could mold. “Do you need anything else, Mistress?” a soft voice interrupted my spiral. A young Omega waitress smiled at me, her tray balanced perfectly. “No, I’m fine,” I whispered, forcing a smile. She nodded and melted into the crowd.

I don't know how I managed to keep the baby alive with the little amount of food I ate. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I should have found you. I should have tried harder. I could have hunted for you." "Don't do that. We were both hurting. We were both alone and hungry. It wasn't either of our faults." The two Omegas were quiet for a few moments as they slowly walked along the back edge of the yard. "So Grant, he's your mate?" "Yes. I never considered that I would get a second chance mate. I thought that monster was all the Goddess had planned for me. I thought she hated me for giving me someone who would do something like that to me...

He added. “ Oh!.” I exclaimed, almost forgetting I was Emily and also Khloe. “ I will be fine. I will go.” I added and stepped out of my seat, heading towards the maid. Only I don’t know where it is. “Can you lead the way, please?.” I told her the one differed from the five I had met earlier today, and it made me wonder how many omegas worked here. Omegas were the lowest of all packs. They were called the bottom of the bottom, and most lived on the outskirts of most kingdoms. Only the lucky ones get to work for other Wolves.

There she met Brant Hansen, who loved her beauty and promised her a better life. But she wasn’t born with any status and little to no ancestral power, she was unable to become his first wife, or it would bring shame to the Omega title and Hansen name. He promised her the position of his second wife, but that was quickly snatched away by Lady Helda, the daughter of a Beta family from another smaller tribe, brought into the family as an arranged marriage. She was said to have a high count of ancestral power within her and her family’s bloodline, the Raseri pack was sure she would be a candidate for their Luna.

That was a lie he had prepared before this trip, “Before she met that wolf in the human world, she had never dated anyone. Can you believe that?” It sounded like nonsense, but Cory believed it. Or to say, it was exactly what he wanted to hear. He believed that a girl who looked exactly like his mate must have been born in the world for a reason. And the fact that she had a thing for wolves assured him that she must have been mated to a wolf by the Moon Goddess. In other words, Cory believed she might be his second-chance mate. Imagine this: losing his first mate for a dragon princess but finding a second one who happened to be a phoenix princess. Cory now finally knew why the Moon Goddess le

“I didn't kidnap you, dear mate. I saved you, and now you owe your life to me.” His words caused a shiver down my spine. Dear mate? Isn't he fooling around? Isn't my mate Beta Victor? The idiotic man that I fell for, only to be rejected after a three-night stand. “I'm sorry, Mister; I think there's a mistake somewhere. I am not your mate; I am…” "Eleanor Sinclair... the rejected mate of the second beta of the Moonshadow Pack.” His words, for some unknown reason, caused a stab in my heart. He didn't need to mention me being a rejected mate, did he?

“Don't try to run again, Amelia." A flicker of something indefinable passed between them, Damien could only see Keila inside of her. They shared the same scent and it made a part of him weak. In that moment, amidst the antiseptic scent of the infirmary and the beeping of monitors, he knew their souls were bound with fate but he didn't want a mate anymore. Not even a stranger he picked from the woods who he doesn't even know where she came from. “Alpha.” Damien looked back to see who.

One in her thigh and one on her breast. “Now you’re mine now, little Omega. So I suggest you to divorce him right after christmas. I, Alpha Foster, now take you, Omega Jones, to be my mate. Now repeat it after me!” He said, shaking her in her seat that Goddess knew when it was pulled down and in mattress position.

He didn't leer or posture like the Alphas I'd grown up around. "I won't pretend this is a fairy tale," he said over tea in the manor's garden. "I need a mate to watch my territory while I'm away. You need protection. It's a fair trade." I liked his honesty. "And you don't care that I'm an Omega?" He shrugged. "My mother was an Omega. She ran our family pack better than any Alpha could." He paused. "There's one thing. I work for a powerful wolf. He's… intense. But loyal. If you mate me, you'll be under his protection too."