C. Emmzy

"You shouldn't be here, you're the Alpha King and my ma... ex-mate's uncle." I managed to say, trying to resist his touch.
He chuckled deeply, "You forgot one more thing," he said simply, brushing his thumb over my lower lips.
"What is that?" I whispered almost inaudibly.
"I'm also your mate." He murmured, leaning towards me.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, feeling so confused.
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked with a smirk, "I want you."

***

Aria is heartbroken, when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, betrays and brutally rejects her.
Seeking temporary comfort, she finds herself in the arms of a mysterious stranger who offers her the comfort she desperately craves that night, under the influence of a sexual stimulant and she flees the next morning.
To her shock, she discovers that her passionate night was spent with her ex-mate's uncle, the Alpha King, Alpha Knox Blackwood, who is also her second chance mate.
Knox however is not willing to let her go. He has had a taste and wants her for himself.
Knox offers her a second chance- an opportunity to leave her past as an omega behind.
Will she accept?
What happens when their dark pasts rise to haunt them? Can they build a future together or will the opposing forces drive them apart?

A Night with the Alpha King: Rejected and Reclaimed

　　As I rose to my feet, I winced at my aching muscles. They would certainly hurt more later on. My throat was parched, and I desperately needed water. The thought of walking all the way back to my room to get some made me groan inwardly.


　　Just as I was about to force myself to start the long trek, a bottle of water was thrust toward me. Startled, I looked up to see Hunter standing there with his usual sneer on his face.


　　I hesitated, eyeing the bottle suspiciously. For a moment, I wondered if he had done something to it- poisoned it, maybe. Besides, he was Astrid's brother after all.


　　"Take it or don't. Your choice." He said flatly, and his eyes shone with impatience at my hesitation.


　　I clenched my jaw, thinking about my two choices. I could reject the water out of pride, or I could accept it because I needed it. At the end, the dryness in my throat won the battle, and reluctantly, I reached out and collected the bottle of water.


CHAPTER 52