The Alpha and His Second Chance Mate

"My Alpha"

"My Alpha" Claire confessed.

Amelia stood there, stunned. She had been shunned by an Alpha? Amelia didn't understand why he wouldn't want her as his mate and Luna. She had never been a power hungry she-wolf. Even though growing up wealthy her parents raised her, and her siblings, to be humble. Did he really think so poorly of her without even meeting her? She had even more questions now.

Amelia's pack valued mate's, they were taught from pups that mate's are the Moon Goddess's gift to werewolves. The other half of your soul, but her mate acted like she was poison. She knew then that she had to get out of there fast. If his pack didn't value mate's like her pack, and he decided to make her go with him, he might abuse her. Amelia knew couldn't handle being beaten, she was always a soft, kind soul. Her pack respected the rule of she-wolves leaving to the male wolf's pack.

Snap Snap

"Earth to Amelia!" She heard her brother say.

Coming back to reality, Amelia saw that Aaron was snapping his fingers in her face. Trying to get her attention.

"Oh sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts. Did you bring what I asked?" She said, shaking her head gingerly. Aaron handed Amelia her hotel room key, her phone, and some cash.

"I told your guards to be ready to leave, they are already out front waiting for you." Aaron said, kissing Amelia on the forehead and leading her out of the women's bathroom. Amelia looked back giving Claire a sad wave. She speedily walked to the front foyer and outside to her pack's waiting SUV. She felt eyes on her as she stepped out the door, but didn't see anyone when she searched the area with her eyes.

"Misses Night." Her head guard, John, addresses her with a bow of the head. He opened the back door of the SUV. Amelia climbed in quickly, as soon as the door was closed she broke down in tears. All this time waiting for her mate, only to find out that he doesn't want her. Even if she had wanted to find him and demand an explanation she couldn't, he left the second he saw her.

The ride back to the hotel was miserable and long. Amelia cried the whole drive, her guards tried to comfort her to no avail. She ordered herself room service since she left before the meal was served, but she couldn't hold anything down. Her stomach was in knots from nerves. Amelia cried herself into a fitful sleep that night, filled with gruesome nightmares.

Amelia's POV:

I was standing in a ominously dark forest, one I didn't recognize. The sun was shinning above, but it was mysteriously dark around me. I could hear fighting happening somewhere close by, but saw no one. I try to run in that direction but I am grounded in place. No matter how hard I try, my feet won't move. For some reason I have no sense of smell, not even the forest around me.

I hear footsteps from several people running towards me, crunching leaves and snapping branches on the forrest floor. They're coming closer and closer, but I still can't move. Frightened I crouch down hoping whoever it is will continue past without noticing me.

Two men run around a large tree carrying an unconscious women, stopping a few yards from me. Dropping the woman to the ground harshly, the man that was carrying her pulls a large knife, putting it to her heart. Just then two more men run up, stopping aburtly at the sight.

"Oh my Goddess." I gasped out loud, covering my mouth with my hands. Only, they didn't seem hear me.

That's my mate!

What is he doing here?

Is this real?

Am I dreaming?

What is happening?

So many thoughts were going through my mind, the prominent one being 'That's my mate.'

"Don't move! If either of you come any closer, she dies." The man holding the knife said gruffly.

"What do you want?" My mate asks.

"Damien" The woman on the ground groans.

THE MAN STABBED HER! Oh Goddess, what is happening? He plugged the knife in her heart without even giving my mate a chance to reason with him.

The women lets out a terrifying scream. She tries to grab the knife but it burns her skin.

It's silver!

The woman falls back to the ground unconscious. The three men I dont know run off, leaving my crying mate to tend to a dying woman.

My feet lift off the ground and I'm hovering above the scene. Being pulled higher and higher into the sky, as my world gets darker.