His second Chance (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Alexander's POV:

*2 Years Later*

"Come on man you can't stay in here forever." Stiles says. I glare at my new beta. "I'm serious."

"Go away." I mumble. So basically... David and holly left the pack. I don't know if it's temporary or not but I don't really care. I haven't cared about anything since she died...

"Alexander get the fuck up!" I hear Noah yell from downstairs. I groan but stand to my feet.

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" I yell back. Stiles shrugs and pushes me towards the shower. I sigh but strip my clothes and hop in. I take a quick 5 minute shower and change into a shark onesie. Satisfied with my outfit and bed hair, I jog downstairs.

"My God." I look at Samantha. "You look terrible." I frown.

"Baby that's disgusting." Stiles says. Noah glares at him.

"Well you try being pregnant!" Noah retorts. "Then tell me if you crave ice cream and pickles!"

"I'll pass." Noah huffs in victory and continues eating his disgusting combo.

I shake my head and pour myself some frosted flakes. "There's pancakes in there." I nod before grabbing a spoon.

"I know." I tell Sammy as I sit down. She sighs. "I'm fine."

"Yeah you say that. But then you scream your heart out at night." Samantha argues.

"Alexander... You're our Alpha. I need you to start acting like it." I growl at Stiles.

"Hey!" I snap my head towards a red-faced Noah. "Watch it."

I curse under my breath and as soon as he shoots daggers into the side of my head, I quickly scarf down my cereal. A pregnant mate is a crazy mate... And, unfortunately, it's not mine...

"Alpha?" I look up to see Landon and a few other warrior gawking at me. Most likely because their Alpha is wearing a shark onesie.

"What is it?" I ask, ignoring the awkwardness. Landon clears his throat and runs his hand through his hair.

"We need you to come with us downtown." He mumbles. I roll my eyes and stand up. He flinches slightly and I glare at him.

"Fine. I'll be back." I run upstairs and quickly change into a regular white tee with black jeans. I grab a black biker jacket and put on some black vans.

"Alpha!" I throw my head back and groan in annoyance. I grab my sunglasses and walk downstairs.

"Took you long enough." Noah says. I glare at him and walk out to Landon's car.

"Ready?" I turn to Stiles in the back and raise an eyebrow. "What?"

I look at Landon. "Why is he coming?" Landon shrugs and starts the ignition. I click my tounge and stare out the window. Somethings happening here...

20 minutes later, we see the stores from afar. Why are we even going to the store? Where are we going? I listen to the roar in the engine as I look up at the sky.

Maybe she's happy... Whether she's in heaven or hell. I hope she's in heaven... After all she deserves it.

"We're here." I look up to see a big Starbucks building. I look at Landon with confusion and he points to the back. I quickly turn to Stiles and glare at him.

"What's going on here?" I ask. He throws his hands up and Landon gets out. "Stiles what the hell?"

"Oh please. You're a living mummy cooped up in that house." I glare at him and he smiles. "You'll thank me after this. Brace landing."

"Brace landing?" I quickly get my answer as the door snatches open and I tumble to the ground. I shake my head and stand up.

"Oops. My bad." I hit Landon on the back of the head and we walk inside.

I'm hit with a smell of fire and woods. I feel my wolf stir and I freeze. It's the first time I've felt him since her death. He must think it's her. But there's no way. Not a chance. Someone just really needs to pick a different coffee smell... Unless they make tea here. We sit down at a table and I stare down at the brown wood.

A figure stops beside our table and the smell increases. "Hi my name is Cassandra and I'll be your server for the day!" Angelic voice. My eyes widen and my eyes snap to my friends, who have the exact same reaction as me. The only thought that runs through my mind is....

My fucking mate is alive...