Second Chances

Ayda has been living alone as a rogue since she lost her son during his delivery. She was immediately rejected by her mate, the Alpha, who blamed her for the loss of their son and left her to die.

Dimitri is an Alpha in the middle of a pack war. His mate died in childbirth, leaving him a single father, alone, heart-broken, and with an infant son to care for. Now, nine years later, he refuses to allow his son, his only family, to be murdered by an attacking pack.

When Dimitri hides his son, Cathal, during an attack, the opposing pack finds him and begins to surround the young Alpha, ready to kill him. Ayda sees what’s happening and jumps in, unwilling to stand by while a child is murdered in front of her. She puts herself between the pup and attacking pack, nearly dying while protecting the young pup.

When he returns, Dimitri finds the woman barely alive after protecting his son. Cathal tells him how the woman saved him, and he quickly orders her and Cathal to be taken to the pack hospital while he goes after the pack who attacked his son.

The pack members, not knowing what Ayda did, scoff at her, thinking that she is a rogue that their Alpha took pity on. She leaves, sneaking away during the battle to go back to her home in the woods.

When Dimitri returns and finds her gone, he is furious and now must hunt for the woman who not only saved his son but has rekindled feelings that he hasn’t had since his mate died.

Can these two people, brought together by fate, work through the grief of their loss to find a way to happiness, a second chance for both of them.

Ayda

Pain. That’s all I feel. Pain. It’s radiating throughout my entire body. I can hear the screams of someone in pain, but it sounds far away as the voices and sounds of those around me urgently tell me to push.

I am pushing, but it’s been so long. I’m exhausted and the smell of my blood has only strengthened over time.

“Push Ayda!” my mate’s face comes into my field of vision. It’s blurry, but I want to push, I want this pain to be over. I want to hear my son take his first breath, cry out so I know he's alive and well.

“Alpha, we’re losing him,” I hear.

“Ayda, push!” he growls. I’m trying, I really am trying. I take a deep breath and I push again as pain rips through my body. Tears steam down my face as I scream, fighting against the pain that is keeping me from my child, my pup.

“That’s it, Luna. He’s coming, keep pushing,” someone says, the doctor, I think.

The moment I feel his body finally slide between my legs, I sigh in relief. My body is still aching and my vision is blurred as I watch them rush my