He Craved My Love After I Found My Second Chance Mate

KAYLA:

"I don't want this," I said to myself as I dropped the top back into the rack. I came to the mall for some new clothing items but I haven't seem to have found anyone that interested me.

I turned around to check something when I am met with the most unusual sight. Not too unusual judging from the fact that I know about them already.

My husband was walking toward me with his secretary. And I could see that they were both holding each other's hands tightly. He probably said something funny because she was giggling like she had no shame left in her.

They noticed me and stopped. But it was only for a brief second because they continued walking toward me without even thinking of leaving each other alone.

"Hi, Luna Kayla," Juliet regarded me with a smile and I felt a bit annoyed at the sight. Who does she think she is to be smiling like everything was fine?

"What are you doing here?" Vance asked me. He didn't even look bothered to see that I was there while he held another woman like she was his prize.

"I came to shop for some new items..." I simply said while hoping they go away so I can leave.

"That's why we are here too, Luna Kayla. What a coincidence," Juliet said and I nodded in response.

Decency would expect Vance to let go of her by now but he didn't look like he was going to be doing that anytime soon. He sure doesn't respect me as his wife.

"Oh, oh, I want that skirt!" Juliet said in excitement and pulled Vance toward the part of the mall she was looking at while I stood there for a few seconds wondering if I didn't just witness my husband hold on to another woman without a care that I was standing in front of him.

The urge to get anything left me instantly and I found myself walking out of the mall. I got into my car and drove off to the packhouse. And before I knew it, I was home.

"I'm coming home, mom," I told my mother through the phone as I put a call through to her. "Tell father to send me a ride when I arrive at the pack."

I had my suitcase with me as I walked out of the packhouse. I already ordered a ride which arrived in no time.

The rider was swift with the ride and got me out of the pack in less than fifteen minutes. And when I was sure that I was quite a distance away from the pack, I took out my phone and typed out a text to Vance:

'We are done'.

I wish I could end things permanently with Vance but I couldn't bring myself to do it if he was standing in front of me. I know he wasn't going to see my message in time. And even when he does, he was not going to regard it.

I arrived at the Silver Moon pack — my home pack — two hours later. And when I got down, there was a ride waiting for me as expected.

The chauffeur wasn't one I recognized but I was glad I was going to be getting an easy route home instead of struggling to wait for a ride.

My father's call came through instead of my mother's. It was a bit surprising but I picked the call nevertheless.

"I'm here," I told him once I secured a connection.

"That's good," he said. "Get home safely."

I was at ease hearing my father's voice. It was the first in probably a long time. And I think I needed to hear him speak to know that I was indeed going home for good.

I thought I was about to get into another accident for the second time in two weeks when a car suddenly pulled in front of the one I was in, forcing the driver to put the car to an abrupt stop.

The shock gave me a little bit of shock as I reeled on how I lost my baby the previous week.

I was forced to step down from the car to catch some air because I was feeling nervous from the effect. I could hardly feel myself because of how I had reacted to the sudden near collision.

The owner of the other car suddenly got down and I was ready to give him a piece of my mind.

"Are you okay?" That was the first question he asked me and I looked up to give him a response.

My mouth suddenly couldn't move. I was feeling funny all of a sudden. And I could swear that this was the same way I had felt when I first found out Vance was my mate.

Did I just get myself another mate?