Second Chance Mate

Second Chance Mate

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Leticia Olsen's POV: How did I get here? How did I turn from the happiest woman in the world to this pathetic, weepy loser whose mother walk on eggshells around? My mate paired with me by the moon goddess has broken me just like his mother and and an outlander who's living with them has wished, the outlander manipulating them. I have become a self-hating, anger-driven idiot in an all out war for a man I was mated to. I see pieces of myself on the shards of the broken mirror on the floor. I can barely recognize the pieces of this wolf looking back at me. Aaron Turner has ruined me. Aaron Turner has broken me. He was my mate. My world. My Alpha. Was. I am obsessed with him. I gave him my soul. I gave him my body, my spirit, my wolf and it turns out, I'm not even family. I'm something to be discarded at will. I should have been something more. So much more. Aaron's POV: Leticia... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It's all my fault...

Chapter 1 Did It All Start Here

Leticia Olsen's POV:

How did I get here? How did I turn from the happiest woman in the world to this pathetic, weepy loser whose mother walks on eggshells around? My mate paired with me by the moon goddess has broken me just like his mother and an outlander who's living with them has wished; the outlander manipulating them. I have become a self-hating, anger-driven idiot in an all out war for a wolf I was mated to. I see pieces of myself on the shards of the broken mirror on the floor. I can barely recognize the pieces of this wolf looking back at me. Aaron Turner has ruined me. Aaron Turner has broken me. He was my mate. My world. My Alpha. Was. I am obsessed with him. I gave him my soul. I gave him my body, my spirit, my wolf and it turns out, I'm not even family. I'm something to be discarded at will. I should have been something more. So much more....

♣. ♣. ♣

I hear shuffling from outside my locked door and I turn sharply. Is it him? Has he found us? Is he going to take them away?

"My child, please, come eat something. It's not the end of the world. The moon goddess has always been generous. She will bring your mate back to his senses. Hell, she might even pair you with someone else. Your true mate. You can fall in love twice, Leticia and... and move on. I don't want to lose you. Come on out, my child," she chokes, "Please, Leticia..."

I can't fall in love again. If it isn't Aaron Turner, it's no one else. In my arms, two tiny flushed faces stare back at me. My right hand grip around a knife laced with special wolfsbane.

The mark on the side of my neck starts to itch. That damned mark. I try to scratch on it but it's becoming worse. My eyes start to falter. No! One of my cubs whimper. I coo him and kiss him tenderly, my body shaking of starvation. I let the knife drop aside and I gently drop my cubs on my bed. Then I grab the knife and slit the wound on the part of my neck that itches, blood gushing like water. She's punishing me. Why did he have to be so special? I should have rejected him. I slit on his mark on my neck again. I should have rejected him. I slowly fall on the bed, next to my twins. I hear the muffled sound of crying. The darkness now seems hazy, swirling like a maelstrom that can't suck me in but leave me trapped. I hear a man's voice. A voice I've longed so desperately, to hear. I can't cry or tell him words. I don't even see him. I falter.

Aaron's POV:

Leticia... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It's all my fault...

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