A second chance to live? No! That never happens. Isolde Reagan's life has been all about saving her small pack, and accessing her inner wolf strength. But her grandmother believes it is time for her to get a mate. Whereas Isolde wonders who will want a powerless wolf like her as a mate. However, she is proved wrong when the charming Alpha of Wild moon pack comes for her. A ray of hope, as she thought, without knowing he had an hidden ambition to fulfill, while disguising and pretending to love Isolde in order to get the moonspike which was in the custody of Isolde's grandmother to save his pack and his sick mate, Celeste. However, Celeste is not whom she claims to actually be, she's like a green snake pretending to be a green grass. But Isolde's happy beginning takes a wrong turn when she realizes she had been played to marry a fake replica of her true mate, which was supposed to be Alpha Orion, but was framed up instead and got mated to the masked Beta Garett, who looked exactly like Alpha Orion. Feeling deceived and betrayed, In a bid to escape and plan her revenge, she is slowly taken by death. How is that even possible? And life comes by again, giving her a second chance. What decision does she make given a second chance to leave?
"Again". Isolde blinked away the exhaustion that was creeping up on her and shot her hand out to try to hit her grandmother but she was too fast for her. Instead of landing a blow as Isolde hoped for, she dodged and she hit the air. The impact of the force that Isolde put in made her lose balance and she tumbled to the ground. That was the umpteenth time she was ending up on the ground while trying to execute a move.
"Ugh! I can't do it". They had been at it for hours now and there was barely any difference. Isolde didn't know why she wasn't feeling frustrated, maybe because she was tired of trying. She bent her head and fought back tears.
"Can't I just give up?" Isolde raised her head and looked at her grandma who had a set look on her face. She shook her head at her and stared pointedly without saying a word. Grumbling under her breath, Isolde got to her feet because she knew what the look her grandmother was giving her meant.
"Come at me again, but this time, spread your legs out like I showed you so you don't end up on the ground". After letting out an exasperated breath, Isolde took the fighting stance that she showed her and raised her balled up fists. She gritted her teeth and blinked back tears. She was not going to make another mistake. She rolled her shoulders as she raised two fingers up in the air and beckoned for Isolde to come at her. Isolde put one foot before the other and broke into a short run, putting in her all. Just before Isolde got to her, she decided to try another move that she told her about. Instead of using her fist, she jumped in the air and extended her right leg while keeping the left leg tucked away. Isolde's plan was to take her unaware so that she could finally hit the ground instead of her. It became obvious, very fast, that she was flying way too close to the sun because she didn't know how to stop overestimating herself.
"Ow, ow, ow". Isolde cradled her knee as she laid on the floor. Her expectation to hit her grandmother didn't come to pass but instead, she ended up on the ground. She was not used to holding herself up so in just a few seconds of being in the air with a jump, she made an acquaintance with the dust that was all around her. The result of that was a sore knee that was starting to hurt really bad.
"Let's take a break". Isolde looked at grandma who was standing above her. She didn't need to tell her twice because she didn't think Isolde could go on, not even if she forced her. Isolde watched her walk away from her and took a seat on one of the benches at the exit of the training center.
"Well, are you going to lay down there all day?" Isolde's lips broke into a hesitant smile as she tried to get to her feet despite her injured knee. She knew that her grandma was getting tired of training her and not seeing any improvements. She was trying her best to keep up, but it was rather difficult because her body was not cooperating with her. There was only so much that she could do as a werewolf who was still inactive. Not being able to actualize her inner wolf made Isolde so weak that she could barely get anywhere despite her willingness to train.
"Save some water for me. I'm parched".
Isolde's voice came out whiny because her grandma was busy guzzling down water from the water bottle that she brought like someone left stranded under the blazing heat of the sun for too long. Isolde limped towards the bench, careful not to put too much pressure on her knee. Because of her practically non-existent wolf, She knew that she was going to have a longer healing time and she didn't want to worsen her already sad lot.
"Does your knee hurt that much?"
Isolde shook her head as she took the water bottle and uncapped it. She looked at her and smiled because she didn't want her to worry too much about her. She already had enough on her plate with Isolde's inabilities. She glanced at her knee and nodded. Happy that she bought her white lie.
"When are you going to get a mate?" Her grandmother asked her.
As her question registered in Isolde's mind, the water that she was drinking went down the wrong pipe and she started coughing. She put her hand on her chest, trying to settle herself down. When she was calm enough, she capped the bottle and dropped it on the ground beside her, ignoring her grandma's question.
"You're not getting any younger, Isolde. When are you getting a mate for yourself?"
Isolde shrugged her shoulders as a response. Her grandma was quietly facing her and still waiting for a proper answer. She didn't see her eyes as Isolde focused on drawing more patterns with her feet because she didn't know what she was expecting to hear from her. She was acting like she didn't know the situation that she was in, when any one around could read the handwriting on the wall from a mile away.
Which mate in their right frame of mind was going to get married to a woman who was as weak as Isolde, without some form of coercion? No one, that was the answer.
No man in their right senses would agree to mate with Isolde, but nevertheless she would be in the lookout for that man.
Was she eventually going to find that man?
Chapter 1 The Training
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Chapter 2 Find A Cure Fast
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Chapter 3 Find Him A Direct Descendant
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Chapter 4 One Condition
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Chapter 5 Happening Too Soon
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