My Second Chance Alpha Mate

Raina's POV

It's the sensation of a cold wind caressing your face like smashing onto a beach, your feet sinking into the earth like mud, activation. That's my preferred way. That's how all werewolves enjoyed it. However, I'm not just jogging for pleasure. The reason is that I need to get away from the nightmares of the past. I'm rushing into the woods around 4:30 in the morning as if I'm being pursued. or a person. I've been coping with all I've gone through for the past three years by doing that. I flee to conceal. I flee in search of freedom.

I feel liberated and pressed for time when I run. It compels me to stay vigilant and mindful of my surroundings. I have to maintain my vigilance.

My name is Raina Mason, and I am currently the greatest female werewolf fighter in recorded history, as the history books say. I am a Bright Moon Pack member and twenty-one years old. A few days after my birth, I was left in a baby basket with only a baby blanket bearing the letter R on it, and no letter or message indicating my place of origin. To be honest, I have no idea who my parents are or even if they are still alive, but that doesn't matter. I did not feel like playing hide-and-seek. They wouldn't abandon me at the eastern edge of the pack in the hopes that I would be discovered by someone else if they truly wanted me. If they wanted to be discovered, they would have left clues as to where they were, and if they had, they would have searched for me. However, they didn't.

I grew up having to deal with their departure on my own. Thankfully, though, I wasn't by myself. Although they took me in, Uncle Ethan and Aunt Mariah are not my aunt and uncle. Uncle Ethan spotted me that night when he was watching the pack's borders, so I just called them that. They've been kind to me, and I appreciate that. Without them, I would not be who I am today. Here in the pack, Aunt is a doctor, and Uncle Ethan is the Enforcer. a physician who is well-known for both her career and her union with the Enforcer. They said that they fell in love with me the moment they laid eyes on me and that they were unable to conceive. They decided to adopt me after they gave up trying to find my parents.

In case you guys haven't guessed, I'm a werewolf. We don't exhibit ourselves to the human world, yet we do exist. Humans are naturally inclined to "investigate" the unknown. Back to my previous task, then. I'm running in the Bright Moon Pack this morning in the woods. I left the Silver Blade's pack last night at midnight and returned. Normally, I raise the skill levels of other pack fighters. responsibilities as the best female warrior. Not only do I have to train my pack, but all the packs.

It was about 7:30 am when I returned home. Yes, after three hours. I have werewolf speed, thus I can run for extended periods if I so want. To stay awake, I walked upstairs to quickly take a shower and brew some coffee. I made my way back upstairs to get dressed. I decided to pair it with a black top, black jeans, and black boots. After giving my hair a brief brush, I returned downstairs to pour my coffee into a mug.

I cleaned my cup after finishing and proceeded to the pack house. Even though it was almost eight in the morning, not everyone was up at this point, but I knew Uncle Ethan was present. While performing errands for her family, Aunt Mariah was in another group and gave me the impression that she was ordering Uncle Ethan to stay here with me. He can't prevail in a duel with her. He is infatuated with her.

When I got near enough to Uncle Ethan, I said, "Hey," and he gave me a hug and a forehead kiss. He said, "Hey sweetie pie," and I gave him a light tap on the shoulders. I remarked, "I thought I told you to stop calling me that," to which Ethan responded. He gently squeezed my cheeks, laughing at my immature actions. "When did you get back?" He enquired.

"Midnight," was my response.

"So what's going on today?" I inquired, but Alpha Thomas entered the room before he could respond. Alpha Thomas hugged me and said, "Raina your back." He wants himself and his pack members to be one and to get along with everyone, so we may refer to him as Alpha Thomas rather than Alpha Samuels. Don't be misled, though; if you cross the line, he won't think twice about putting you back where you belong. In my years here, I've also grown close to the Alpha family, but I don't recall ever meeting their kid, who is the subject of much discussion. Do not wait for corrections. Upon seeing their son, I regret not staying to engage in a conversation with him. Not even his name comes to mind.

I understand your question: How am I unaware of the Alpha's son? To answer your question, I have never been curious about getting to know him or even just glancing at him. When there's a pack meeting, the Alpha or Luna usually speaks or calls it to order. I've never seen his son, but I've heard females chatting about him all the time, but I never stay to hear them.

I said, "Yes, I'm back," and we started to argue. "I suspect the trip was a success?" Which he didn't need to ask, he asked. "Yes, Alpha Thomas," I confidently replied. There was nothing to fear. "All right. Enforcer Ethan "He shook hands with Uncle Ethan after saying that. "Alpha, good morning." Uncle Ethan said. Alpha Thomas remarked, "There will be a pack meeting today in 5 minutes in the courtyard. Please be ready." We answered, "Yes, Alpha," and he walked away.

As we entered the courtyard, we heard Alpha Thomas mention on the pack link that all pack members were to be in the courtyard immediately. "I wonder what's about," I said inquiringly. Gradually, the courtyard filled with chattering pack members. Everyone became silent when Alpha Thomas appeared on the podium and raised his hand.

"I want to thank everyone for coming so quickly. The throng gathered around them, staring at Ethan and mumbling, "I called you here to inform you and my son Kaden to be returning from Echo House today at 10 am." "Silence," Alpha Thomas commanded, and the assembly once more became silent. "I am aware of my son's past, but I don't want that to disprove your belief that he is unfit to be an Alpha. Although he is now stable and more than capable, he will be...distant from most others. Other than that, though, he's well, back on his feet, and prepared to assume the role of your Alp-" Abruptly, a pack member interrupted Ethan by yelling the pack connection.

I believe Nick stated, "There's a group of rogues attacking the borders." "Are you sure?" asked Alpha Thomas via the URL in the bundle. "Good. He said, "There are too many; we need backup," as Alpha Thomas began yelling commands at everyone, including Ethan. "Go to the safe house, everyone. I want you to aid the others, Ethan, along with fifteen other warriors. When they failed or someone launched a surprise assault, the surviving members of the pack stood ready to defend the group," Alpha Thomas commanded, and everyone complied.

I was one of the fifteen warriors whom Uncle Ethan selected to assist. We hurried to the borders to assist the other pack members after receiving our amour. Our troops were fending off about thirty rouges when we got there. A few pack members remain standing while others have serious injuries. Since Uncle Ethan and the 15 others he brought with him are included, it appears that we are down to only 20 members.

I caught sight of a rogue looming over one of our fighters out of the corner of my eye. He was hurt and unable to free himself from the rogue's hold. With a swift motion, I sprang forward, seized the rouge by the neck, and flung him off of him. The rogue got back up fast and prepared to throw a punch at me. I glared at him before striking.

I ruined it. The redhead. And without turning into a wolf, I murdered a great deal more people. My wolf hasn't spoken to me in three years, and she won't come out until she wants to. Thus, when I'm in danger, I've begun attempting to fight as well in my human form. I usually carry a sword because of this.

We weren't winning, in my opinion, because when you eliminate one, two more appear. From where do all these rouges originate?

"Ahh," someone said, and I turned to see Uncle Ethan lying on the ground. I noticed a rouge who appeared to be a leader since he was stronger and more muscular than Uncle Ethan. He is the rebellious boss. I glared as I moved toward them, but more rouges tried to block my path. Uncle Ethan would be dead by the time I finish them, especially given his current condition. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to reach Uncle Ethan amidst the horde of rouges. At this pace, I'm not going to make it to him.

No

At that point, I heard it.

A wolf's snarl reached my ears. Our bodies halted instantly, and a chill went down our spines, indicating that it was an Alpha. No, this one was stronger than Alpha Thomas. Strong enough to cause the ground beneath my feet to tremble. All eyes, including the rouge leader's, turned toward what they saw: a midnight black wolf with blood-red eyes. Perched atop its little hill, it gazed down upon us with the dignity of a peasant. It snarls once again, grabbing everyone's attention.

Who is this guy?

I didn't give the idea any thought before hurriedly walking over to see Uncle Ethan.

I executed a stealth strike, catching the rogues by surprise. In an attempt to assist Uncle Ethan, I ran over. The rogue leader tried to claw at me after sensing my presence and growling at me. I made a big mistake by ducking and slamming my sword into his abdomen. Despite his agonised cry, he continued to claw at me, which I quickly avoided. I drew my blade and gave him a kick to the exact spot where I had stabbed him. He collapsed back onto the floor.

Uncle Ethan was grasping his shoulders and blood was leaking from the cut swiftly, so I hurriedly tended to him. "Let's head," I declared. I could feel someone approaching me at that point. When I looked up, I saw the same Bright Moon black wolf, its fangs blazing, sprinting in my direction. I dodged on impulse, and it sprang over my head and attacked the rouge that was ready to bite me in the back.

Uncle Ethan was carried by some pack warriors to a secure location behind some trees, where a group of medical professionals were caring for all the other wounded warriors. I swiftly returned to the battle and saw that Ethan was maybe ten werewolves attempting to repel the midnight black wolf.

I'm done with these jerks. I slung my blade back into its holster and charged the wolf. I am aware that Alphas can defeat 10 to 15 werewolves, Alpha Kings can defeat up to 25 or 30, Hybrids can probably defeat up to 35 or 40, and Lycans can defeat an unlimited number of werewolves.

In any case, I killed any rogues who tried to stop me as I hurried across the field. Before I could get to the black-haired, Midnight wolf, a really large male approached me. He's as big as Trice!!!!!! I attempted to combat him. I tried kicking him, punching him, and even using my werewolf strength. Nothing was successful. In the wolf form, my strength surpasses that of my human form. Even now, my wolf chooses to take a leave of absence.

After a few seconds, I was able to steady myself after he head-butted me. He shattered my left arm, hit me in the face, and kneeled me in the stomach. I let out a painful "Ahh," and he flung me to the ground. It was then that I noticed my sword lying there. While I was fighting this gorilla, I dropped it. I grabbed onto the sword as the rouge began to approach me. When he got near enough, I turned and gave him a heart stab. I attempted to get back up on my feet without using my left arm as he collapsed to the ground. He rested on my sword, which was still in his chest. That must hurt, ouch.

When I looked up, I noticed that another rogue was attacking The Midnight Black Wolf. I'm not sure why it took me so long to notice, but he smells like the Bright Moon pack. He's the son of Alpha Thomas. How was I supposed to miss it?

I dashed towards them at full speed. The Midnight Black Wolf, whose name I still don't know, was about to be clawed by the rogue when I used all of my remaining power to drive him away. He staggered off but was able to gather himself. I felt the rogues leave a large claw mark on my neck as they clawed at it.

That ached like hell!

In an instant, the black-haired Midnight wolf dispatched the renegade.