The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 5

Ryan’s POV

I stood before the crowd, daring anyone to challenge me to a fight. I even wanted it. I was angry. Rupert, my wolf, was about to seize control of me. I had not lost a fight since I was fourteen, and they all knew it.

“Well! Who wants to fight me!” I shouted at them.

no way I could witness dying, fear losing her when I’d only just found her.

eet and delicious like vanilla and cinnamon bark.

as angry like this, I could kill too easily. They began to look at each other, slowly dispersing into houses or the trees behind them.

ht. I turned to where Michael had been, but he’d left to. I’d reckon with him later, he should know better than to challenge my authority as soon as I was not there.

screaming, “Mate!” It was a deep desire that I felt to my bones like I never had in all my life.

alive, or drowned in the river. But her blood, I could smell. She’d been bleeding. The smell I’d desired my whole life without knowing it.

r leg was twisted like it might be even broken. Her neck was gaping open with a wound as if someone had nearly cut off her head from the left side. She looked weak, deflated. B

head bobbing as if she were dizzy.

running to her to drag her from the cold waters. I scooped her up, grabbing the hope that I’d found my mate alive, even if on the verge of death. She was coughing up water before she passed out. He

purple eyes were so vivid. But then she fell back to unconsciousn

much pity for the delicate state of my mate. I had to resist the urges flogging me within to not let Rupert take control.

what witchery had made me see so many scars that weren’t there. The blood from the two open wounds was enough to kill an

weirdly delicious, being close to

training myself.

es in Crowalt Pack, which is nearly a thousand miles away from here.

age of her with all those scars all over her body, even if it seemed to be an illusion.

my desire to taste it.

riously.

parted and closed on occasion, and I couldn’t help but touch them lightly. I longed to see those purple eyes again. Her hair was blue-black and shimmering like a starry night.

lot of blood. The doctors told me that the infected arm should even be cut off, and that might not even save her.

d throw them out of my cabin. I had to refrain, knowing that she needed the medical attention. But then, I had them instruct me how to do it.

wounds. I spread ointment over them to treat her. I wrapped new bandages on her neck and arm. Then I sat beside her for days. I thought she’d heal more quickly, but I blamed

my mate in this life. Rupert became edgy the mo

ating smell more.

ate I’d never imagined finding, I thought of my cursed life.

lly healed, she would know like I knew. I had to be patient.

e will tear them up!” I was determined to find the truth.