CHAPTER 4 Second Chance

Abigail's POV

As soon as our eyes meet, something clicks inside of me, and I know Galaxy is right.

Then, his scent hits me, and he smells like pine and fresh rain. It is so refreshing and soothing at the same time. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, and I feel like he can look right through me.

"Ah. Greyson and Matthew! I'm sorry I had to disturb you both, but Alpha Fenrir is refusing me to tend to this young woman." The two Alphas look at me, then Luna Ornata, and finally Alpha Fenrir. "What is the meaning of this?" The elder version of the two men asks. But before anyone can answer, a growl rips through the air. I am swooped up into muscular arms that send tingles through the blanket all over my body.

"How did she sustain these injuries?" The man called Matthew asks, even though his eyes clearly show he knows the answer to his own question.

Alpha Fenrir looks livid and sends me a death glare to get me to keep my mouth shut. He can't mind-link me, because I always keep a block up. This would usually not keep the Alpha out, but I have put some of my magic in it to hold everyone, him included, out.

"Alpha Fenrir, I demand to know why this young lady is still out here, and only in a blanket at that!" Matthew inquires.

Alpha Fenrir doesn't answer. But turns around and walks away.

"If you want the girl tented too, I will not stand in the way, and you can take her to the pack house. But I will force none of my true pack members to associate with her kind." He then gives me an evil smirk and walks away.

The two men look utterly confused by the statement of my Alpha.

"What in the world of vague statements was that?" Alpha Greyson asks. Luna Ornata rolls her eyes. "That was the terrible Alpha's way to tell you that this wonderful young woman is very special. She not only saved us all, but she has magic. I am guessing she is half witch and half werewolf?" They directed the question at me, and I blush.

The Luna has been defending me, but that would surely change now that she knows my secret.

"Yes, Luna. I am indeed a half-witch and half-werewolf. My mother was a witch, and my father is the Beta of this pack. But no one wants to be near me, so it really doesn't matter. Besides, even my father's mate hates me - so between her and the Alpha, I keep to myself." They all look at me like I'm crazy.

"Matthew, please put that poor girl down now?" The Luna says instead of answering my statement. They all act like I didn't just drop a giant bombshell. Matthew puts me to my feet but keeps his hands on the small of my back.

"I am sorry Alphas, I have not introduced myself. My name is Abigail Stone-Goldmoon, and if you would please excuse me, I will go home and clean up. Luna, I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you but, I really would like to go back to my cottage now. I don't like to go to the pack house." I say as politely as I can, but Matthew shakes his head at me.

"My mate will not be tending to her own wounds and be shunned away like a freak. You are not a freak, and I will tolerate no one disrespecting you!" He states sternly, while still holding on to my waist.

There is something in his eyes, a possessiveness, and something else? Something tender and unfamiliar. Hope? Love? No, I must not jump to conclusions. He will eventually reject me, as my first mate did.

'Doll, you need to stay positive. He will not reject us! He is different from everyone here, and I believe they can accept us just as we are.' Galaxy, the eternal optimist says to me.

"I am not sure you want me as your mate, Alpha Matthew. No one here likes me, and you will soon grow tired of me. My first mate even rejected me right away." My hands fly to my mouth when the last part slips out.

"Your first mate? Young lady, what do you mean 'first mate'?" Alpha Greyson asked me, and I could have slapped myself. We were walking towards the pack house despite my protests.

"Uhm... Well... My first mate, he rejected me on my 18th birthday." I say in a low voice.

"So, he is in this pack?" Luna Ornata asks curiously.

"Yes, Luna. He, uh... He actually is the Alpha's son." I whisper the last part, and they all stop dead in their tracks.

"He is who?" Matthew growls.

"Are you telling me that dimwit, Daemon, was mated to you, and he rejected you on your birthday?" Matthew continues in a dark voice.

I could practically feel the deadly aura coming from Matthew. Instead of answering, I just nod. Another growl rips through Matthew, but his mother smacks him upside the head.

"Will you stop that? You are scarring poor Abigail." Then she rolls her eyes at her son and takes my hand in hers.

"Don't mind him. He is not angry with you! He is just a typical Alpha, and besides, he is just like his father." Greyson laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

Matthew, who still has a hand on my lower back, looks shameful.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just don't like the thought that the moon goddess paired you with him, and made you go through such a rough time - alone." He then gives me a small smile, and I can't help but smile back at him.

We arrive at the pack infirmary, but no matter what Matthew and his parents say, the pack doctors keep refusing to look at my wounds. It isn't until my dad arrives and threatens to banish the lot of them, one quickly looks me over. He tells me I'm fine, and I will heal. Then he is gone.

I know my dad will hear about this later, but at least he tried to help me.

"Dad, this is the Luna and Alpha from the Silver Mist pack, and their son, Matthew." I try to introduce them and ease the awkward silence.

"Actually, my dear, I am the former Alpha as my son took my place as Alpha last year," Greyson tells me in a mild tone. I blush. And curse me for mixing it up.

"My apologies, former Alpha Blue. I didn't know you had given the position to the next generation." I answer, my cheeks heated from embarrassment. He smiles.

"Everything is fine, my dear. This is an honest mistake. And you can call me Greyson. This is my wife, Nata, and we already introduced my son." He answers with a wink.

My dad clears his throat, his eyes on the way Matthew holds my hand and looks at me.

"I am sorry Alpha, but I must ask you what your intentions are with my daughter?" Matthew looks like he wants to punch my dad for asking that question.

"My intentions are obvious. Your daughter, Beta Stone, is my mate and from what I gather, I am her second chance. I intend to court her and treat her like the princess and queen she is. I intend to show her how special she is, and that not everyone is like this pack of ignorant and snobby mutts." Matthew answers in an annoyed tone.

My dad sighs and then nods. He knows Matthew is right in all his accusations and has nothing to defend the pack with.

"Well, I will give you both my blessing. Abby, I have retrieved your belongings and will have them brought to your mate's room. I'm sorry, sweet girl, but the Alpha threw a fit when he came back, and ordered your home burned to the ground. I'm afraid it is gone." My dad says in a voice filled with sorrow and regret.

When he said those words, my world come crashing down. I sob. It was gone. My home for the last three years, was my only free space during my childhood; whenever Druella was too much or I needed some peace or someone who would listen. It was gone. Again, I am scooped up into muscular arms that give me tingles all over my body. Matthew holds me close and starts rubbing circles on my arms.

"Mom, could Helena please get some clothes to my room, then we are leaving. My mate is not staying here a minute longer than necessary." Ornata nods and leaves the hospital room with my dad and Greyson. My dad promises to get by belongings to us as fast as possible.

"Abby, I am taking you to my room, where you can have a nice warm bath. Then we get your things and we are going to leave." My head is spinning from all the excitement. The next thing I know, the darkness surrounds me, and all noises disappear.