Alyssa
My lips part in shock. Goddess! This can't be.
The man standing there, he is my mate! I can feel it in my bones.
The tall man growls, and power rolls off his muscular body as he approaches me. The people in the crowd take a step back, staring at him in shock.
"Isn't he Alaric Roman, the Alpha of Sarim Pack?" One of the ladies in the crowd asks out loud for everyone to hear, and my eyes widen. An Alpha?
People gasp and start talking amongst themselves. But my mind zones out, and I can only think of one thing. If Damien is my mate, then this man being my mate can only mean one thing; my second chance mate!
What kind of cruel game is this? I got rejected as someone's second chance, only to have my own second chance mate?
