Rejected Luna's Second Chance Mate

When Alex, the Alpha of our pack, brought Brynn, a young pack member, back to our den, I quickly decided to let them have the bed. The storm outside was fierce, the kind that made even the strongest wolves wary.

In my past life, a similar storm had raged when he brought Brynn back late one night. He had told me to sleep on the floor with our daughter, Nevaeh, leaving the bed to them. Enraged, I had argued with him and yelled at Brynn, who had run out crying and accidentally fallen into a ditch, drowning. Alex had said nothing. Later, during another storm, he had opened the storm drain and shoved me and our child in, saying, "Brynn was my mentor’s daughter, and I don’t know how to face him now that she’s gone. You can go down there and apologize to him for me!" Before Nevaeh and I could even cry out for help, the icy, foul water had filled our lungs.

After our deaths, I had learned that Brynn hadn’t died at all; it had been a malicious prank to punish me for insulting her. Our bodies hadn’t even had a chance to cool before my mate had joyously brought Brynn back to live with him.

Now, as I opened my eyes, thunder rumbled outside the door, and Alex walked in with Brynn by his side. He hurried her through the entrance, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. Both of them were soaked from the rain, and Brynn was trembling, her pale skin almost ghostly in the dim light.

“What are you doing standing there? Get us some dry towels!” Alex barked at me, his Alpha tone sharp and commanding, snapping me out of my shocked daze.

The familiarity of the scene and his voice hit me—had I really been given another chance at life? Instinctively, I held my daughter close, tears streaming down my face.

Alex shouted at me again, “What are you crying for? Keep it to yourself, will you? Did you hear me?”

I choked back my fear, wiped my tears, and got up to fetch some dry towels for them. Ignoring his own drenched clothes, Alex fussed over Brynn, drying her hair carefully. Yet, Brynn started to cry softly.

“Alpha Matthews, does Luna Russell hate me? Maybe I should leave,” she said weakly, her voice trembling.

“It’s dangerous to go out in this storm. Stay here tonight,” Alex replied, his tone softening slightly as he looked at her.

In my past life, witnessing their closeness had bottled up resentment within me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “What were you two doing out so late, just the two of you? Why isn’t she in her quarters?”

Brynn blinked her large, teary eyes and explained, “Today’s my birthday, and Alpha Matthews took me to a restaurant, but then the storm hit. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can leave if you want.”

Alex grew anxious as she spoke of leaving and