Chapter 261: Second Chance Mate

Words : 1138 Updated : Oct 14th, 2025

Olivia’s POV I looked... different. Beautiful. Stunning. My blonde hair had been pulled into a neat bun, delicately adorned with silver pins that shimmered in the light. My face was softly dusted with powder and highlighted in all the right places, giving me a glowing, flawless finish. A bold red lipstick settled on my lips, making me look like someone I barely recognized in the mirror. "You look so beautiful, my lady," the maid standing beside me said with a warm smile. I gave her a soft, sad smile in return. "Thank you." But deep down, my heart ached. At this moment, I missed Nora and Lolita. My closest friends. My sisters in spirit. They should’ve been here, fussing over my makeup and helping me into my dress while teasing me about the night ahead. Pain hit my chest. I hadn’t seen them when I went back to the packhouse. Had they been reassigned? Before I could drown further in my thoughts, a knock landed softly on the door. "Come in," I said. The door opened, and there stood Calvin—dressed in a tailored black suit with a red tie that matched my dress. He looked every bit the noble Alpha he was, confident and poised. But when his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted. For a moment, he just stared. "Wow..." he said finally, stepping inside. "You look absolutely breathtaking." A small blush crept to my cheeks. "Thank you." He walked over, extending his arm with a smirk. "It’s time." I hesitated for a second, then took his arm as I stood. He glanced down at me with a proud smile, but I could see the concern in his eyes too. "Are you nervous?" he asked gently. I let out a slow breath. "A little." He squeezed my hand. "Don’t be. You’re stronger than anyone in that room. All you have to do tonight... is be you." I nodded slowly, holding onto his words like an anchor. Whatever the night held—I would face it. With a smile that was meant to reassure me, he led me out of the room. The evening air was cool, brushing against my skin as we walked. I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar view. This territory... this home... it was supposed to be mine, yet it still felt like a dream I hadn’t quite woken from. Lanterns floated, casting a warm golden glow over the courtyard. Guards stood along the path, dressed sharply, their expressions respectful as they bowed slightly when we passed. Everything looked pristine—elegant and regal. And then I saw the hall ahead—the pack hall. Grand, tall, and lit up like royalty lived within. My heart fluttered. Calvin squeezed my hand. "You ready?" I nodded, though my throat was dry. "As I’ll ever be." The door opened... and silence fell inside. All eyes turned to us as we stepped in. The hall was enormous, and every single guest was dressed in deep wine colors, elegant gowns and sharp suits, adorned with jewels and silks. A soft hum of whispers rose in the air as I stepped in beside my brother, and I suddenly realized—he hadn’t invited just anyone. This was a gathering of elites. High-ranking Alphas. Beta families. Witches. Warlocks. Nobles. Creatures from every corner of the supernatural world. My eyes widened slightly. I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself, feeling hundreds of eyes drink me in. Whispers echoed from the corners. "Is that her?" "The lost one?" "She’s even more beautiful in person..." I tried not to let it get to me, but it was overwhelming. My grip on Calvin’s arm tightened slightly. He leaned down to whisper, "You’re doing great. They’re already mesmerized." I gave a small, grateful smile, then turned my gaze across the room again—until my eyes landed on him. A tall, handsome man, standing near the back, away from the main crowd. Pale skin, sharp features, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His eyes... impossibly dark, like an endless night. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He just... stared. My wolf growled low in my mind, her presence rising sharply. I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Calvin. "Who is that?" Calvin followed my gaze. "Him?" he murmured. "He’s a vampire. One of the oldest. From the High Bloodline Council." I stiffened slightly. "He’s not a threat," Calvin added calmly. "He’s just curious." Curious? I wasn’t so sure. His stare felt deeper than curiosity—it felt... knowing. Like he could see things others couldn’t. Like he knew me. I looked away quickly. But even then... I could still feel his gaze burning on the back of my neck. We reached a raised platform at the center of the room. A single table stood there, dressed in rich velvet and gold accents, clearly reserved for me. He pulled out the chair for me, and I sat down slowly, smoothing the skirt of my red dress with trembling hands. Calvin stood beside me, raising a hand slightly to draw the attention of the crowd. A hush fell over the room. "Good evening, everyone," Calvin began, his voice deep and commanding. "Tonight, you are not just attending another gathering of the supernatural elite. You are here to witness the return of someone precious—." I looked up at him, watching the pride in his expression. But as he continued speaking, something stirred inside me. A strange sensation tickled inside me, it was faint at first... then stronger. My wolf suddenly rose in full force. She howled. Loud and clear inside me. Excited. Anxious. Thrilled. "Mate." My heart slammed against my ribs. I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat. Mate? I echoed back in disbelief. Could it be? Did the Moon Goddess bless me with a second chance mate? I scanned the crowd, trying to pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. My heart thundered, and confusion rushed in. I wanted to be excited—truly, I did—but instead, I felt torn. Terrified. Angry. Pained. Because no matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about the triplets. I clenched my jaw, trying to bury the feelings. But my wolf wouldn’t stop howling. She wasn’t confused. She was certain our mate was here. Suddenly, the grand doors creaked open again. Everyone’s eyes were on me, but mine snapped to the doors. And I froze. There they were. Lennox. Levi. Louis. The triplets walked in, dressed sharply, powerfully—heads high, eyes scanning the room. The second I laid eyes on them, my wolf howled louder. Mates! The room spun. My stomach dropped. No. No, no, no. They couldn’t be—again? My breath caught in my throat as the air between us thickened with tension. My wolf was practically dancing, crying out to them with an emotion I didn’t know how to silence. But all I felt was chaos. Them? Again? How was this possible?

Chapter 261: Second Chance Mate

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