My Second Chance Lycan King

AVA’S POV: Tears fell down my eyes non-stop. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even get myself to accept the bitter truth staring right at me from the phone in my hand. In the silence of my room, the moans from the video echoed loud and painfully. It was that of my mate, my mate of two years! He had been cheating on me without care, and not just with anyone, but a man. Alpha Wayne of Shadowmoon pack, the absolute love of my life and the only man that has ever accepted me, was gay! The sight of them kissing, touching, and being intimate was enough to make me sick to my stomach. How could he do this to me? To us! Was I not beautiful enough? Was it because I was an omega? Was it because my family was poor? I heaved in deep breaths, but none was enough to stop the pain that tortured my soul. My wolf, Sapphire, cried within me. She howled in response to my heartbreak. Alpha Wayne was not my true mate but because of pack affairs, I was given over to him as a bride. He was handsome and had been the only man to ever look at me twice. Or at least, I thought he had. Maybe deep down, he was just like the rest who hated me because of my weaknesses. Everything we had shared together, all the love, the moments that had seemed so real and genuine, now felt like a lie. How could he have been hiding this from me all along? Now, it all made sense. It made me understand why Wayne hardly touched me throughout our marriage. He was always too busy at work, always avoiding my kisses whenever I tried, always coming up with excuses to avoid date nights. I was the fool all along, because all that while when I was feeling desperate for him, he was f*****g a man! I was hurt, angry, and betrayed. So I did the only thing I could think of, and smashed our beautiful home. Heartbreak was an awful b***h and it made me break the T.V, his private study chairs and tables. I tore his pack business files, and when I was done, I slumped down on the floor and picked up the phone to call him. It rang for what felt like an eternity before he finally answered, and I could hear the coldness and distance in his voice. It was like he was trying to keep his emotions under control, and that just made me angrier. "What the hell, Wayne?" I yelled into the phone, my voice shaking with disbelief and hurt. "How could you cheat on me with a guy? I thought we were in love!" "What? Stop the nonsense talk, Ava. What do you mean?" Wayne said, his voice sounding irritated as it had been recently. Everything I did seemed to piss him off. “Don’t lie to me! I know you’re cheating. I know you are because I have a video I saw on your other phone.” My voice broke and I sobbed, unable to hold myself back. “Is this why you hate me so much? Because I’m not a man? Because I’m not your true mate, Wayne? You know I love you immensely, yet you couldn’t talk to me about this-” “Shut up! Shut the hell up, you stupid woman! You went through my old phone without my permission? Who gave you that right?” “How is that important? I gave you everything! My love, my body, and even my soul. Yet you always treat me like s**t! You always pretend and fake your interest in me. You’re obviously unapologetic too. I think we need a divorce. I’ll call the pack priest and the rites to sever our marriage bonds would be arranged-” “W-what? No, no, Ava! Don’t you think you’re overreacting? You don’t even want to hear my side of the story. If we break up, it’d cause a war between our packs. Remember the peace treaty signed because of our marriage.” “I’d rather be with a man that loves and respects me, than an Alpha who just keeps me around like his house pet!” “Sweetheart, calm down.” Wayne’s angry voice dropped an octave to his sweet and charming tone. The one he used to win my heart. “Let’s talk things out. You have everything wrong. I can’t explain over the phone.” “There’s nothing to explain, Wayne. I know what I saw…” I drew my knee into my body, cradling myself. “Just stay back and I’d be home in a few minutes. Don’t leave or call the pack priest. Don’t you care about me anymore? If you do, then hear me out when I’m back. Okay?” My heart was desperate to believe that it was all a lie, that maybe I’d interpreted the video wrongly. Or maybe it was just a big, practical prank framed by someone else. So for that reason, I agreed to wait for his return. He might not be the best mate, but he was all I had. Wayne had a charming smile and an attractive personality. He was a powerful werewolf, the strongest warrior of Shadowmoon pack. As an Alpha, he was unstoppable and the only reason we are together is because I was selected to be given to him for a peace treaty. I was the purest virgin in my pack then. Despite his unwavering confidence and boldness, I could feel a distinct lack of affection in his actions and words towards me. It left me feeling lonely and unfulfilled, longing for the love and connection that I craved from him but never received. I waited at home for five hours. I cleaned up the mess I caused in those five hours, and even fixed dinner for us – yet he never showed up. My heart bled. My wolf broke. My soul shattered. His absence was all the answer I needed, and so I packed up all my things and headed straight to the airport to buy a plane ticket to return to my pack, Mystic Fire. I didn't know how I got on the plane, but I felt numb until I couldn't help but burst into tears in the bathroom. My mind was filled with memories of meeting and falling in love with Wayne and then marrying him. It used to be a happy memory, but now it was just despair. I thought about all the times he had claimed to be too busy with work, coming home early in the morning or going on a business trip. And I had never doubted him, even believing that he was too conservative and inflexible in bed, which had led to his low interest in me. I even went out and bought things to try and satisfy him. I felt stupid! Ava is such a fool! As I sobbed in the airplane bathroom, there was a knock on the door. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, but the knock persisted, becoming louder and more insistent with each passing second. "Go away!" I yelled, my voice cracking with emotion. The door creaked open slightly, and a deep, powerful voice spoke out, "You do realize that this is the men’s room, right?" I froze, immediately recognizing the voice as belonging to a man of authority and power. It was deep and resonant, vibrating through the walls of the tiny bathroom and sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but feel drawn to it, even in the midst of my pain and heartache. And for a moment, I found myself lost in it, forgetting all of my troubles and worries. But then reality hit me like a ton of bricks, and I remembered why I was in the bathroom in the first place. With an embarrassed laugh, I wiped away my tears and squared my shoulders, then looked up to face the Greek god standing before me. “I’m… I’m sorry- I was just about to leave…” I tried to walk pass him and return to my seat on the plane. However, he caught me by my arm and that forced me to look back at him. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice cold and commanding. I found myself unable to speak, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. His striking blue eyes bore into mine, and I felt as though he could see right through me, into the depths of my soul. And then I realized, with a start, that I knew this man. I had seen him before, somewhere, but I couldn't quite place where. He was ruthless, powerful, and coldly handsome, and for a moment, I was lost in his addictive scent, unable to break apart from him. But then I remembered my anger, my hurt, and I pulled away from him, shaking my head. "It's none of your business," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just let me go." He didn't release me, instead tightening his grip on my arm. "I think it is my business," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't like to see a beautiful woman cry." There was something in the way he said it, a hint of concern and compassion that caught me off guard. For a moment, I found myself drawn to him, despite my better judgment. However, the memory of my mate's betrayal came crashing back to me, and I pushed him away, glaring at him with all the anger and hurt that I could muster. "Fine," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "If you must know, my mate cheated on me with another man." His expression darkened, and for a moment I thought I saw a flicker of anger in his eyes. But then he seemed to compose himself, his features smoothing back into a mask of calm professionalism. "That's a terrible thing to have to go through," he said, his voice low and sympathetic. "What can I do to make you feel better?" Seeing this handsome stranger staring at me with a hint of interest filled my head with mischief. And then, out of pure spite and a desperate need for revenge, I did something that I never thought I would do. "If you really want to be a gentleman right now and save the damsel in distress, then you should bend me over right here and take me against the wall." Yes, I asked him to f**k me.